Is Psychology A Good Career?

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I fell asleep last night, came to me something like inspiration, I'm not too lazy to open their eyes and write my poems. For me it is all the more valuable they are in Russian, and I am here in Italy it can not easily forget! Here they are, opus:

took her by the scruff:
Skin torn.
scuff,
Shkryabala pen.

Smoked thrown;
Spurs folded.
Corkscrew vshtyrit -
In teeth navyazlo show.
breadth and depth of the sleepers lie
Shranpel with a rustle rustled past me.

Nightmare cost at the door:
Skins rats clobber secretly.
For roughness mouse can not hear:
gate creak, rustle lilac.

for happiness not far to seek:
Would Eyewear Ralph Lauren yes lipstick.
wanted platyushko new wool,
Yes, something I think: she'll make more convenient.

As usual young girl
itself to not expecting
suddenly wanted to be the wife Samurai
From happiness feminists repudiated.

Then it suddenly flew samurai -
Of their customs, faces, bull necks. Oh
forces is no more I see their carts
gaze dreamily caressing their swords.