You tell about San Jose,
Where brown people love light sun,
Where they have a great holiday,
Whenever want a fun.
You call me come with you on trip
And have an enjoyment in love.
I’m sure, you will try to grip.
And I will look a dove.
He is a dove of pale blue sky,
Which fly above Pacific Ocean.
You promise, I will never cry,
I’ll feel a sweet emotion.
But I stood, honey, at home yet:
I don’t like any long-term way.
I cannot come at the first jet.
Take care at San Jose!
San Jose
© Copyright: Юлия Дмитриевна Яворская, 2008
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