It’s never my turn,
There’s always someone else
Prettier, taller, skinnier,
Nicer, kinder, sweeter,
Just better.
Why don’t I get to play
The love game escapes me
Evertime, everyday
When will it be my turn
Like never.
Miami, FL 04/08
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Anna You will get your day - you will cpature someone with your words - I have...and your words are beautiful. Yuri*