(For andrew mark wilkinson)
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The most cheerful to the poet,
I wish to congratulate this fine put...
I do not give you ripe bananas...
Also I do not promise you
Extreme a roundabout in the Disneyland...
I wish you health...
And I give the air birthday cake
with brilliant candles...
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Best wishes,
Tsira
In The Garden Shade
Nightingale's eyes cannot say any lies...
Therefore her songs is sleepyly in dreams...
The rose reddens in garden shade even...
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/n-birthday/
