I leave to go see the Gulf.
Water is warm, there I swim.
I go to see all the smiles.
Miles of smiles,
that can never be touched.
I speak though and speaking back
most do.
Except for the snob or two,
whom in truth, wish that I would.
Double no to that I say.
I love all the colors and flowers.
The men I wish would go far away.
But they won't.
I may be bent but I'm straight.
I'm off to go swim.
Green bananas.
Left in the bag should be ripe today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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