'hey? ' Hey, the plug of a nickel
wood (would) excell prosaic
moneys to extents beyond a
copper penny made of would too.
Tears without 'still love you' cry dry
Pheonix has kleenex
wipe your 'hey' away...wipe your eye!
You punk...punctuate...punk-jew-ate:
'German bread made with leaven,
not Jew bread made of Levine! '
(Sept.9,07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem i like simple ones like this that say it all without haveing to say it alot... ~deb