With drop of sadness on a fun day,
Which doesn't I'm wonder,
I celebrate my birthday,
Seeing off another summer.
Divination on coffee grounds
And cuckoo's prophecy nothing gives.
I don't want to know beforehand
How many years will I live.
And not knowing in advance date,
I'll live without looking at the clock,
Receive as salary my years
From my September's stock.
06.07.2019
My Septembers
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