the infinite
the soda did it
we sid, its not never that
we the bat and the ball
afterall
call me love im sent from above
shove the horse into the frame
im the dame
same
i like eggs for a reason, and the roll they play
thats it, thats me the other day
simple, stay in one spot
begot not to man but summer damn
stammer, and let the hammer fall
that be the call
after all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem