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ShM-62

A gas mask kit began to grow. To keep them safe from harm's embrace, They wore it in the Cold War's space. With ShM-62, it would combine. A single filter, strong and true, To shield from dangers, old and new. For Soviet folks, it kept them alive. Three times the kits, they did create, More than the population's fate. To protect from radiation's sound. In Poland, tests were put to the task, 24 hours, the mask would last. The gas mask kit, in its own style. A relic of the past, it may be, But a symbol of strength, for all to see. Random page: BXV