A Mistery Poem by Dmitry Garanin

A Mistery



There are lots of people around
Who consider themselves
Finer than I.

Point your finger
And you've got one.

But why then
I never miss?

New York,6 March 2013

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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