A very nice point expressed in the words from Latvian poet Māra Zālīte:
Sometimes almost, almost
 I believe the newspaper babble,
 that in place of a father I have NATO 
 in place of a mother I have the UN, 
 and to support me as an orphan 
 soon in my palm will be a Euro. 
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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Ouch... :s
Really nice poem...
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