Again I sit in the apartment one...

Again I sit in the apartment one,
Houses aren't present absolutely anybody,
I sit at a table and I miss,
There is nobody with me in a yard to take a walk.
I sit in front of the computer, I play game,
Very much got hungry, on kitchen I went,
I took a glass to tea and sandwich
And again to the room with pleasure I went.
I closed a door behind myself without hurrying,
The left hand having put on a table,
Glass with warm tea and sandwich,
I sat down on a chair and I continue to play.


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