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Mike Fox



This morning again begin life anew
However absurd it may sound
And even yesterday, day before yesterday, did not work
I still can not stop
All wise except me around, I say, "Be humble!»
I say, "Shut up!»
Say to those who in the mirror of my standing in front
That's always someone spoils!
He told me back smeared with glue, glued the wings of paper
and convinced that I am able to fly
He whispers in my ear that I'm a genius
From the bed to get up then could not
week Closed in the cell, biting myself for what I believed him again
Then someone slipped a note under my door - "invent a new model of the wings. I'm waiting for you on the roof "