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Желающие могут потренироваться в физиогномии, погадать, где чье.

Lily woke up on a beautiful day,
Slowly got dressed and went out to play.
This time, however, she was all alone,
And nothing to play with, not even a doll.
A while she wandered around the streets,
Simply just looking at her own feet.
Feeling distressed she went in the woods.
When, suddenly Lily felt great change of moods.
She saw in the grass a little gold ball.
While looking at it, it started to roll.
Lily got scared and quickly ran home.
To this day she wonders, many years passed,
Where would it take her, that ball in the grass?
We are the masters

We are the masters of our own words,
Our dreams, and feelings and of thoughts.
Sometimes when actions mix with anger
We face somebody else with danger,
And when our feelings get the best of us
We, in our ear, hear a buzz,
“Do something bad, it’s nothing, really,”
But later you can’t fly so freely.
Remember you’re the master do it right
And have a peaceful little flight!