ICY Cool Part of the World | final version
translated poem:
oblodzona strona świata (urok)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
"My precious sack is lost in fold"
"Mind you,containing pure gold"
"It is bad luck, so I am told",
Sighed sadly Sam,partially old.
It can be some foreigners' fault
That old Sam's sack was to be scold.
It was small,thin,covered with mould
And no big sin can that sack hold.
The sack was found,Sam was consoled
He got it back, his pure gold
And smile he did not withhold
That half-cool Sam twisted twofold.
"Mind you,containing pure gold"
"It is bad luck, so I am told",
Sighed sadly Sam,partially old.
It can be some foreigners' fault
That old Sam's sack was to be scold.
It was small,thin,covered with mould
And no big sin can that sack hold.
The sack was found,Sam was consoled
He got it back, his pure gold
And smile he did not withhold
That half-cool Sam twisted twofold.
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