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(translated from Russian by author & A. Gorodnichy)

At her work, she was a high superior,
and in the evening she longed for love.
However, coming up to bed,
before throwing off the boring dress,
she always had to take off
so many meetings, reports,
conferences, discussions, exchanges of opinions,
global ideology and ordinary bureaucratism,
that her man felt asleep each time, worn out by waiting,
and she remained unsatisfied again.

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