The Third One | final version

translator:  Caveman1

translated poem: Ten trzeci (Monika J. Kasprzyk) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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in my hand I hold two buns
in the other - plait
being busy I forgot
what food to await

even wife does not recall
she is such a hag
she does not remember all
so a priest is nagged

the priest knew it but despairing
silent like a hollow
but I wanted only herring
and spinach to follow

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