About That And This - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
You have thought not of that,
And you thought that not perfect.
This was not really that,
That was not this although.
That has less of this, true,
In that - hardly you find
This, which I can assume,
And I'm nowadays tired.
Say, we'll wait for that thing,
That is well to be postponed.
Because after that - this
Will be of no problem.
There, where that door
Will be widely such opened,
This will turn to be more,
Than that, which was forgotten.
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