(C) WLODEK BLACK
Well, what do you say about our network?
At the station - a normal job.
That someone wants to "Brad" download in time,
And recent "Time" draws in someone.
A mailbox stands as the world above the bustle,
Walking his way unseen,
At addresses ending with the way the road to that
Only occasionally proskakivaya past.
In a cozy wooded park near the pond
On Saturday met sysops;
Route for the mail verifying, as always,
And someone else, as always, drink in the ass ...
But the mail yet, referring to the Charter
East and West do not confuse
Come, as in a typical day, far too late
And maybe even earlier for a minute.
Among the pages of poetry and gentle words
Where the first charge and send the second,
Welcomes the mysterious sysop
With a beautiful Russian name "Mary."
And the mail for some reason change your route,
Stack from many correspondents
There, where every night they meet, love, waiting
With all my heart, placed in the directory.
In the slums of headers and fields,
In plexus modem protocols
I become a little warmer
From somebody down-jokes.
A post office, as expected, flies, swims, goes
Not disdaining sled deer,
And friend, you smile for sending FIDO,
Chase sends greetings in a moment.
You will meet a hundred friends from different countries -
Even from Australia, though from Japan!
You atlas of the world rather hide in his pocket;
The whole world before you, in your hand!
A post by Alex in a hurry from the Internet,
Per node wrapping sharply
And the farthest one in Russian wrote hastily reply
And sends it to you on the BBS-ku.
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Entry
List of works BBS
Moscow CDOS-Naya
Cup Mariage-97
Rules for teachers and students
Went well!
Advertising, Advertisement
The paper prepared
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