Poems - Igor Kaner.

                                               Igor Kaner

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     The rays from the sun softly caressed the sky,
     And on the bed my fat cat was dozing sweetly.
     And I want to sleep for at least five more minutes,
     But my mother wakes me up to go to the unfortunate institute.

     But I could have stayed in the heated corner,
     If only the word “need” were not in the mighty language.
     And this word drags me to my prison.
     I don't know who came up with it - he didn't think about me.
     Now I get up with this word, study, live,
     I read smart guys and go to the toilet.
     And the author of the word “must” tells me to get up again,
     And he himself lies in the grave and can sleep for a long time!