...just you wait.... | final version

translator:  zoola

translated poem: jak ci lutnę (wiatr_w_oczy) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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Go on, get stuffed by an upholsterer
You are in dire need of a propeller
You must as always start from scratch
The density of your speech is no match
I cannot brace myself to ask my tutor
Maybe the Rector could be my suitor
If not, I'll go and see the Dean
At crack of dawn, he's never mean
And once I defend my thesis on mites
I'll stick my index book between your eyes
Just to remind you of my civil rights

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