#2
My little star, my dear angel!
I hope, I`m not in any danger
Though have been getting on your nerves.
Beseech you to forgive me those
Mischieves and swear by the Cross:
If you do not – I will be lost;
For then comes Death and me devours
`cause you have got some drastic powers
Which make the nuisances of yours
To pass away in undue course.
So, please, be merciful and gracious
To poor one who`s so much anxious
To be allowed unto your bosom
Or, otherwise, you gonna lose`im.
4/12/01
To the little witch
© Copyright: Джордж Мэйсон, 2015
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