.My angel sits down on the edge | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Mój anioł siada na brzegu
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Ewa Miller
My angel sits down on the edge of bed,
his feet tousling the carpet
he doesn't hug me, doesn't pat my head
he elbows me with a wing
and screams his head off.
his feet tousling the carpet
he doesn't hug me, doesn't pat my head
he elbows me with a wing
and screams his head off.
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