Look.....
kids from day one...to 4....years of age.....are poets....
After...four...
they are socks.....
these boys and girls...who want me to play with
them....and take my bulls....bolls....and my tools....
theory of the theoretical poetry....
the teacher looks like a robot....waiting for free date..
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without momiiii....dad....diiiiee! .......and my...brotheeeeze!
everything is sucks....and soo ok ok....! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem