One day old man looked down.
His face made little frown.
He’s always been a clown,
But didn’t blame himself.
And over him flew crow,
Whose flight was very low.
She said: ”I want to throw
My cheeses on the shelf.”
(ВПЕРВЫЕ ОПУБЛИКОВАНО В КНИГЕ "ДРУЗЕЙ НЕ ЗАБЫВАЮТ", ТЕЛЬ-АВИВ, 2016)
OLD MAN
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