value the friend
or else he won't help
when you lie on planks
to two spatulas
will still knock over to third
and with word not very good
he will assist
when you lie on planks
he only into chinwags
is entering around
with 'couple' stubborn
with word her
good will assist
value the friend
or else he won't help
to three spatulas you lay
still knocked over to fourth
convinced even stubborn
he not only assisted her word
I thank I thank my God
I have the 'friend'
he won't help
and the image dimmed
for me with dawn
at least clear up wanted...
...with...my blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong, but real. That is very often. I like it.!