Wafer bee on the hold
Ripples down the ridge
Little cuddle happy time
None returns for even a dime
Ripe days, melon’s tears
Stale meat, the ponies cry
Purple mellow, chicken wail
Greed and pride we all fail.
Twinkle dwarf sighs huh
Cold cluster warm high
Dust and lust blurry eye
Blue blob we all live n’ die
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I would like to translate this poem