Mandolin - Μαντολίνο Poem by Kostas Lagos
Mandolin - Μαντολίνο
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I love to play the mandolin
With a hare hailing from Berlin
His fingers are too small
He always drops the ball
I rubbed a lamp, found no djinn
Λατρεύω να παίζω μαντολίνο
Μ'ένα λαγό απ'το Βερολίνο
Έχει δάχτυλα μικρά πολύ
Πάντοτε χάνει τη βολή
Χωρίς τζίνι το λυχνάρι στο κομοδίνο
Friday, January 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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4/25/2024 3:56:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
His fingers are too small He always drops the ball. sensing a sense in non sense. a fine poem dear Father. tony