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.
Cikel
A se bova igrala ? Joj, sine, nimam časa. A bosta ostala ? Ne sine, nimava časa. ... ... Sine, a se bova igrala ? Ne, oče, nimam časa. A bosta ostala ? Ne oče, nimava časa.
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