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| TWENTY Twenty years old - learning from life what I can. Let shall I feel shame in the future if my present is scarp. For me is disqusting from counterfeit words of cage. Lets be whatever crust if the core is real. O' SANCTA SIMPILICITAS O' Sancta Simplicitas! When will I get rid from you? Still I belive in butterheads and approve their stupid gender. Who's manners are comme il fault- devotely I adore them. I know that life is only game and we must know the rules. Once or more I have slipped before, and looked myself from mirror. |
| Many young people like to write poems, so did I. Those poems are written when I was twenty. Now, 24 years later I translated one of them to English and sended to poetry.com for fun. So I got answer that it was chosed to publishing in book, CD, cassette tape. in name "The Sound of Poetry". Weard, that I lived 24-years without knowing that ican be poet too and never had idea to show my poems to some publisher. See my poems in http://www.poetry.com |
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