My Life Behind the Couch | work in progress

translator:  Caveman1

translated poem: moje życie za wersalką (Wiatr_w_oczy) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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I stumbled and fell - just
No little hair today
I cleaned all day with trust
In quite a fancy way
I split hair into thousand
Though I can count to forty
And vacuumed them all off-hand
Just for the test - all sporty
My nails stuck in the hose
Collected there for years
Then I touched up your nose
You should have had no fears
So why shut off yourself?
We shall be judged with ease
The couch is like a grave
Come, lie and Rest In Peace

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