Nadalia Bagratuni (12/25/1975 / Armenia)
Loss of life, loss of money, loss of your wife-maybe a loss of your job can not compare with this!
Over the river,
Through the woods,
That is the only thing that I heard.
The screams were there,
So were the sighs,
Oh, why or why?
Everyone convened on the back porch,
I never realized what it was for,
Surely, It couldn't be,
That they were expecting me.
I thought that I was their friend,
They left the light on,
But wait what is that they have in their hands,
Maybe I shouldn't go,
But there she is,
If I don't go,
Will I regret it!
She will never let me live it down,
They have put it up!
What is that they call me?
Can't they see that they need me?
Oh, no! What is that sound,
Zap another one hit the ground?
Wake up you beloved friend,
But such is the life of the fly-enough said.
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