and you are not a nun; offon to bed
and they can not understand a simple you.
and if they did, they would have better
taught you, to just go and be wise is careful.
and that you, would never go blind.
and your hair wont fall out and you
have already had the measles.
and the mumps and some one looking is.
if you mixed this, with that..because.
On that day you will see, the bigger forest.
and you will climb, one tall tree, running after
another and you are not a nun and if the
feelings are not right, no means no.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem