From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
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Na obisku gledam sliko v okvirju. Smrtnik.Beda. Preživetje. Čas obeda. Golobica, gabi se mi skleda.
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