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leidsin selle luuletuse enda 2010. aasta blogipostitusest. loen seda täna hoopis teisiti.

a man of words and not of deeds

is like a garden full of weeds

and when the weeds begin to grow

it’s like a garden full of snow

and when the snow begins to fall

it’s like a bird upon the wall

and when the bird away does fly

it’s like an eagle in the sky

and when the sky begins to roar

it’s like a lion at the door

and when the door begins to crack

it’s like a stick across your back

and when your back begins to smart

it’s like a penknife in your heart

and when your heart begins to bleed

you’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

japp. #onetreehill