«From dusk to dawn»
Horrors roam — around the world!….

To play with «fire» — yes, it is dangerous,
But nice — not in vain!….

The little ones have little worries
For adults — all the time.

They will read any newspaper,
But there is no «little attention»

To continue is after all for years,
Little ones grow up «on their own»

Over time, problems arise
And then, the “systems” are to blame! …

«Give me your hand friend»,
I’ll come in handy — I’m suddenly.

Make it wider — circle,
All friends around! …

Could it be Hologram?
-Yes, no — this is «Phonogram»!

-What did they expect?
-To be great — do not steal!….

-The tree was cut down, you see, secretly?
-Well, they cut it down, okay, what will happen next?

-How shall we say to grandchildren, when will they?
-What is it, like now — we will say with our mouth! …

Miracles happen — in our century,
The bike rides — on a person! …

Do not think that I am small at all,
Catch up until there are no problems! …

Aren’t you afraid, are you a cold girl?
Is it warm to you a girl — my dear?

-I am not afraid — not of winter, snow and frost,
I’m only afraid — seriously cold looks! …

Abdulla Pulatov

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