Little freedom Little freedom
In a big supermarket.
The little children
Saying "I like it".
But adult parents
Tug off and pass.
"Money likes count,
It's not for us"
How many candys,
How many toys,
So much is splendid,
Much to enjoy.
Little by little,
Ban after ban -
Growing into
Such fussy men.
What they remember
Out of youth?
Nought to be tender,
Nothing to soothe. © Антон Айсбергер Оглавление
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