Mishaland - Poem by Kseniya Rundel
Misha land, do you know,
Is a land in the North.
It's not always to snow
And too sharp with a frost.
Only nine months a year.
All this time bears sleep
And don't wander the streets.
In spring bears wake up and make
The bast shoes that out of date
To present them to their girl-friends.
And for this the life here does stand!
But sometimes they meet ginger foxes
And make revolutions and boxes.
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