KICK back, like a fossil in the ground.
then cut the cord, and watch that saint
from calcutta, bath you, then give you
back your giggles, and your beatiful smile,
STAND up, then wash her feet, shes a
hero from heaven, not a puppet of this
world.
KICK back, like a fossil in the ground,
and watch that saint from calcutta, bath
you, then give you back your giggles,
and your beatifill smile.
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I would like to translate this poem
YOUR MIND IS A PERPETUAL POOL OF SREAM SCAPE...THIS IS GOOD...YOUR POETRY IN MANY ASPECTS IS DELIVERED AS WE DREAM...PARTS NOT MAKING RATIONAL SENSE...BUT ITS HAPPENING, , , SO YOU GO W/ IT....VERY IMMAGINATIVE, DAVID...10! '''''''''''FRANK