A Tea-fork | travail en cours
poème traduit:
widelec do herbaty (~ricecookie)
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Michał Zabłocki
You must stop this stirring
You must stop pouring woes
Mind your heart's whirring
Sugar blood level rose
Your future's bitter
You must stick to plain food
All you eat is litter
You are too fat, my dude
My advice is spurring:
You do not use a spoon
For tea sugar stirring
Use a fork - make it soon
You must stop pouring woes
Mind your heart's whirring
Sugar blood level rose
Your future's bitter
You must stick to plain food
All you eat is litter
You are too fat, my dude
My advice is spurring:
You do not use a spoon
For tea sugar stirring
Use a fork - make it soon
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