The Scarecrow | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Strach na wróble
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jakub mistral
The scarecrow
lay face down on the stubble.
The thorn bush
sharpens its thorns in the wind.
The crows started lamenting.
lay face down on the stubble.
The thorn bush
sharpens its thorns in the wind.
The crows started lamenting.
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