The following is a poem written in the late 1700…hours (zat is I wrote it at 17:00, around five o’clock.). It was written by that master of poetry, me. This is a deep, meaningful poem, with a wide range of themes, some which are very close to home and very dear to my heart, this is a poem about love and hate, life and death, good and veil, the pain of emigration, the meaning of life, and of course the evils of communism. *sob*, I’m sorry, I’m just a bit emotional right now, *bursts into tears*, it’s just so beautiful…

I HAD A CAT CALLED GINGER,

SHE HAD A PRETTY TAIL,

IT WAS BIG AND FLUFFY,

SHE WAS EATEN BY A WHALE.