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Everyone chooses for himself ...
Everyone chooses for himself:
A woman, a religion, and the path.
You can serve the devil or the lass.
Everyone chooses for himself.
Everyone chooses for himself:
A word for love or just a prayer,
A sword for the duel, shelter as a lair.
Everyone chooses for himself.
Everyone chooses for himself:
Shield and armor, staff and a hat.
The service to the greed...
Friday 19th April 2019 7:50 pm
There is no sense...
There is no sense to dream about a prince,
There is no need your brain to rinse
When you are after thirty.
Better be a bit more flirty!
It’s time to chose
If you don’t want to lose
The time of your best years
Without knowing love affairs.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22nd of September, 2011
Thursday 22nd September 2011 9:34 pm
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