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Once, in a foreign Autumn
I chanced into a church.
I espied on a coffin,
Written in Latin
How the Days of Sodom
When people were rotten
To the core of the bottom
Brimming with rimming
All this was common
As it is now
But we had forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to the core of the bottom, I like it, thanks.