ICE skating in june,
finding kindness in
the face of hate,
loading your pistols
with holy water, and
watching the ice caps
slowly melt away.
THIS is the end,
this is the end,
no, , just a bad dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MY MAN THE DREAMDOCTOR...AWESOME WRITE....KICK-BUT TITLE....LYRICS, PERHAPS? ...10! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK