Alan Ingranazzio (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)
Lewis was Turkish man in all,
He insisted on whole,
And his movements, even his laugh
Were part of his love.
He played tricks dancing
Instead of using language,
He knew to express love or excuse
For being impolite or offending.
Moving his hands he teased his girl
And later was sorry about that.
Circling just on his hands
He used to say ''I love you all, friends''.
He simply adored his TV going all round it
Moving on his hands with cola can on his feet,
Never using TV remote control, he danced step
Bombarding its buttons with dancing shoes instead.
Seeing his girlfriend in a new car,
He at once rejected unhappy end,
Danced on the road and jumped so far,
That proposed her on the lap of her new boyfriend.
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