Everything's a rehearsal.
Go on blow your own whistle
love now don't be bashful.
Grasp hold, it isn't a thistle.
Love, I swear I won't tease.
Take hold of the wheel-
the gears are right here.
Right here in the middle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Driving lesson to the beloved to run the life on wheels...l o v e l y..