I see accumulation of actions in the admiration,
Brought by you, silly, you!
I forgave the coffeepot for its food,
The counterplot took an enemy.
For Londoners free themselves,
For London is dazed by us and you.
I fought the day we say and obey,
Catching a ball with one hand.
Then, it was the canteen or cuisine,
Shutting the lights from the dauphine,
As if beings convened to eradicate.
Wear the cane in a day of fortunate tables,
Beat the pupil in front of the containers,
His domains are rapid and falling,
Like the touching of love and the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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