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[7. Jun 2008|15:58] |
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh how I wish he’d go away.
As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
Nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
Ignoring little things like that.
(It kā dažās versijās atributēti Hughes Mearns, bet ej nu sazini.) |
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