The Arkensaw
In Nepal policy, separate issue,
The Arkensaw
Dangerous spot, laundery,
On condition that no conflict of any
interest expects,
Prior siesta planet to presume,
Fed up with, prevailing,
We haven't
Either it wasn't food
No stove
Wether the lie that did not occur
No lonely orange night
Since such doesn't float your answer
For the Arkensaw legend
Now the days pass slowly
We haven't?
The fuze that doesn't turn
Not stoved voyager
That would stand every siege
No signal suddenly without
In the pincers of no boiling town
It wasn't a terrible battle
He said it wasn't red and black
A banner
The club of water
These were infact, their plan
That contains
Somewhat of his own
The member of the convention
The judge speaks swith justice
From whom do you morn
With who do you live?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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