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The fattest land mass within the borders of Europe
is also a mother with an extremely fertile womb
to once go third in the global grain export.
Sitting on a ground blessed with hidden treasures,
it has unfortunately been blown by the nuclear disaster of Chernobyl.

Its architecture, literature and music are a mirror reflection of its faith,
the borscht and verenyky- the appetizing symbols of its meals;
built ‘the Dream’ to wow the world of flight and weight
and emits the radiance of the Carpathian mountains
through the longest musical pipe ever played.

Home to the greatest ever boxing family
and having cities with their individual bragging rights.
Accumulation of cafes stands tall in its western giant
to the point, one of them exhibits masochism in soft core;
while its heart is home to the deepest Metro station
and also a sustainer of the chronicles of the Bald Mountains.
Among all is its amazing feature
of having the globe’s most beautiful women.

From Stalin to Putin, its road flirts with Russian misfortunes
and restricted by the limitations of corruption’s chains.
As one of the detached buttons of the soviet design,
it falls off but still tied with a closely knitted Slavic thread.
From such a connection,
it has since been under the suffering of its disowned father
to mount the stones of instability on a ground up north the black sea
for its identity to remain fully eastern.

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