Little boy
Little boy,where's all your joythere's no time left to employ.
Little boy, why are you a disgrace
you jump and play without a brace.
Little boy, that is now a man
what is your biggest plan?
Little boy
Little boy,where's all your joyIn science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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Little boy | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
Beautiful eyes | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
Together Again | 1 | 05/20/2009 |
Big Sister | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
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