The forgotten Chaukotka gave,

The joys of Portugal ,

What’s up with chess nerds,

Here’s the move – he was recognized as a sefard.

Baby was a snowy plain,

But the rabbis have taken charge,

When he was a kid, he was ironed,

With the end of Eurasia.

Carrying, needed everywhere,

Pulling into the heat after the cold,

The glass will run away from the port wine,

On the routes of Magellan.

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