Icingsugar
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This is a poem that Christine, my seven years old god-daughter wrote the other day.
(Translation to English for reading convenience by yours truly. It even lended itself to keep the rhyme.)
To live in the city is like sea and land;
where some things can grow, other things will die.
As sure as my floor is somebody's roof;
the truth for you and me is someone else's lie.
I say no more.
/Ice
(Translation to English for reading convenience by yours truly. It even lended itself to keep the rhyme.)
To live in the city is like sea and land;
where some things can grow, other things will die.
As sure as my floor is somebody's roof;
the truth for you and me is someone else's lie.
I say no more.
/Ice