Слово За Слово (вступление)

Слово за слово,
Строка за строку.
Кладите на руку,
Идите к завтраку
Пятно - фартуку,
Сукно - галстуку.
Слово за слово,
Строка за строку.
Кладите на руку,
Идите к завтраку
Пятно - фартуку,
Сукно - галстуку.

- И че, так и будет играть?
- Да, конечно, там такие темы...

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