In A January Morning... - Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
In a January morning,
On a sunny April day,
A crocodile croaks as it is May.
On the pavement bricks out of board,
There walks the tallest little lord.
In a hospital is healthy.
Poor man is so wealthy.
Fed to teeth I want to eat
And a cheat is so sweet.
Come my dears! Come to me!
I don't want to see you.
Any false you say is true,
In the yard you lived and grew.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
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