ce n'est pas
evidament
monb autonne ((my fall...english glish and gliss people! ..god bless..your assez...white mother cutteuuur! ! decature people....ig-no-red no light no white no black space....on me and my farm...and farmers....neighbors...and neight-boro-ha! ..trisse!))
c'est l'autone
de ces....
c'est moidmoisellato....world fused faces....aakhir...dna
akhir....
Dancez-avec moi...
amour! !
akhir amourato! ! ....
akhir love
akhir.....
akhir.....wa koll...shay.....akhir....
la shay yee-esh-beh....lill-akhir....
repete until yo!
ho!
knew
how...you spell...it....'out'
babie mexhiko...hiko for mek-hi-ko! ! ?
if you are mek-hee-keeeee-to
come with me.....
if not stay around my aaaro....and caaaarro...yoooor! egs....
in my nest....babi erro!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem