One fine morning, in the middle of the night...
two dead boys got up and began to fight....
Back to back they faced each other....
took out their knives and shot each other.
A deaf and lame police heard the noise...
came running and killed the boys...
believe these lies, cause they are really true...
ask the blind beggar, he saw it too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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