Grand Hunt for Sticks | final version

translator:  Caveman1

translated poem: polowanie na patyki (~skup_palet) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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why are you going to the woods at night?
it's such a squash and squeeze
you can see strippers when the moon shines bright
or some dead bodies tease

four sticks worth four grand is no haul at all
for seven years,you see
if bailiff comes and he takes "all in whole"
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