You're the juice in my windshield washers
On a slushy day
You're the dog that bites the bill collector
And makes him go away
You're the sunshine that peeks through the clouds
When the rain is done
You're the empty stall in a public washroom
When I got the runs
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I would like to translate this poem
Mike this one is sick and cute! ! ! Best, Dakota