Kazan
A porno on the line
This photo does remind
She is like Irina
From Peter to Kazan
Thin is and, skin-bone
No breast, flat top
In public, with comfort
Easily she took off
Her dress, followed up
No one guessed she was girl
To me she, an upset
Woman must act woman
Be brave; cute, wise
Irina was sure none
As my guide to Kazan
I left her on return
Asked of her never more
Free trip she had gained
Too rare was what she did
In case of problem
She would do translate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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