You can't hide from problems
For New Year's faces
When the doorbell rings
And they say
"You're in trouble with the police"
Father says there is hell
In which you dwell
And the mother says
There is a paradise that you don't get into,
The Catcher in the Rye
You can grab any ears and grains
But if you keep falling down,
Then everything will be late
At the last moment, no one
Will not grab your clothes
When all is lost
Nothing will be the same.
Problems
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