I'm blabbing away
Lots of things to say
I've got friends to call
To talk about the mall
When I'm done one
I start the fun
By calling someone else
And telling retells
The bill grows big and long
Yet I don't even notice what is wrong
And in the end, I'm stuck
With this and I say: F**k!
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I would like to translate this poem
lol i have a local phone plan in which you pay a set amount of money for all the calls in the area in, say, a month or something...