It rots the sences in the head,
It kills imagination dead.
It clogs & clutters up the mind,
It makes all people dull & blind.
What is it, fantasy or fairy land?
Your brains becomes as soft as chees.
Your mind starting rest & freeze,
And you can’t think you only breathe.
A fairy land
© Copyright: Дмитрий Коба 80, 2012
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