~~*~~
The last few months were like a train,
The jumping shadow through the hill,
I had no reason to complain,
And, if I would – I never will.
I saw the crowd watching by
With empty faces nodding heads.
They all were anxious silly guys,
And held each other crossing hands.
So, I don't mind, I let them watch.
I see them all, like lazy mouse,
And I'll be ready glue the scotch
On their dirty, bloody mouth.
So, don't be shy, come on & catch –
I throw the bone for you,..the fetch!
*ЯR*
24.o1.2o14
Руслана Войович
http://www.stihi.ru/2014/01/24/10818
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