Poem a version
Of what was mentioned to happen
In art class if I were divided:
And had the chance to hold hands with the girl
I love
To kiss her while a butterfly’s wings divided
Over Mexico
And strut out and got horny into middle of
An august festival and a looked around
At all the open things they saw
Like windows on vines to which the foxes
Smiled
And danced, preening: and later on there
Was certainly roller coasters and water falls
To which I took all of my students to
And we made a day of it, holding hands
And flipping head over heels
Drinking libations to our dead relatives, and
Try to forget about all of our days at school so far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice portrayal.....loved it!