when i come over the toe, it helps me think.
and some toes come over me, just too drink.
after drinking to much it falls open asleep.
and the more that it drinks the fatter it gets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well that is the short and sharp of it, The, Is Poetry, comes often in between the two possible unconclusive evidence before my eyes! rofl Smiling at you Tai