Those twinn'ed hilled bumps which stare at me...
Those twinn'ed mountained bumps that thrill to me-my eyes with smile.
Those curved apperations that stand out a mile...
They please my eyes, there be no denial.
Mountain tops with curves descended...
The famaled figure is oh-so splended.
How to count the ways i stare? ...
If be caught
T'will i-not care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely lady lumps. Great fun in this one, Love Duncan