No blooming way you will see my poems here
on a one to ten day I will never give a one!
Home is where I drink my whiskey, beer and
Fresca twisting lime for Corona sparkling sun
Reading classics churning like a cool smoothie,
wondering why some are like chunked ice ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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