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A poet is a grown-up child, anyhow,
He couldn’t compose, otherwise…
A poet is an adorer of queerness,
A bit - willful, a bit - precise…
“Hunting is a game of chance, ”
We’ve forgotten that well-known phrase,
And we must remember that kids
Are forbidden to play such games.
Tsira Gogeshvili
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Andrew Blakemore (11/7/2008 6:22:00 PM)
I love this Tsira, it certainly sums me up in a nutshell. Best wishes, Andrew |
Lynda Robson (10/10/2008 4:37:00 AM)
It is good to be youn at heart, nice poem Tsira, well done,
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Lynda xx |
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