My life parts are from a junk yard.
That's why some are particularly hard.
But they're stuck together with spittle...
from former quarterback Y. A. Tittle,
so each day i advance.....an additional yard.
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I would like to translate this poem
'Stuck together by spittle'......! Jesus cured the blind man of Bethseiba with mud mixed with spittle! ! Why don't you apply some spittle on your eyes to give them better vision!