Well, My Poet Dear? | version finale
poème traduit:
(IPOGS, Walls) I co, mój poeto drogi?
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Tomasz Nowacki
Well, my poet dear?
You were with the woman so near
She took from you, lout
dough, flat - no doubt,
you are left with horns mere.
You were with the woman so near
She took from you, lout
dough, flat - no doubt,
you are left with horns mere.
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