Venus pulled out on him,
each month he pays with her wallet.
Pulling, both feel it strongly,
and the cloud immediately near by covering the sun
which now is seen and you open it.
Her sibling had haggled the comet still!
Adjusting her long frosty tail,
the front part where he passed to close,
and mars walked largely away, slightly dazed.
“As for me, there is the sky and” the star is her sibling
and such a colorful method, has his face red
flying off straight through the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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