автор: dohtora

Good Lord!
I didn’t know it was all right to write in Latin on your site.
Now wait… you fool, for inspiration to wake up my imagination.


Should I respectively surprise?
With verses rich that could turn eyes,
To melt the walls of frosty ice
I would expect your dearest prize.

In crowns I do not believe.
With titles lots can be achieved, but
In pounds that forever live
I would accept your modest gift.