hey, it's 7pm. here in SD!
It's dinner time! ! !
See?
to everything there is a season,
a time to mystify and
a time to satisfy!
there are wrinkles
that refuse to acknowledge
the presence of
a periwinkle, a dimple and
an apple
all rotten except one,
it is gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem