The winter night, the winter sense,
Against their cold there are some pence
And some concern for lovely person.
Judge not of men and things at first sight.
We are aware from children’s cot
That kiwi isn’t only bird,
Which can’t fly from your hand to south site.
Judge not of men and things at first sight.
The furry kiwi is a fruit,
The summer fruit is healthy food.
Can healthy hairy good be alright?
Judge not of men and things at first sight.
Your eyes are green like kiwi’s pulp
And lips are sweet live-giving gulp,
You’ll wake up with sunrise’s gold light
And kiwi will be first at your sight.
There are no way leave you along,
I buy few kiwis and go home,
The fruit keeps warmth through the dank curst night.
Judge not of men and things at first sight.
At the first sight
© Copyright: Степной Хорёк, 2008
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