A sharp stick as a sharp sword,
A pointed knife as a ball pen,
A drop of water like a drop of blood,
Salivating as a lubricating,
A combing of hair is a searching for a pin.
The eyes maybe searching lamp to see,
Inner eye see more than a touch lamp.
The earth is bearer of all needs,
What are we need again?
Call on the mother earth to give and take.
The tallest tree grows out the mother,
The apples of all flowers and fruits are out of the greatest mother.
The poet tastes the juice all creations,
The Singer is drunk of all tastes.
Intoxicated poet falls all over the places.
The Poet guilts of the juices of the maintain and rocky hills,
The Poet penalizes of the wines and weeds.
The poet, the squanders, the blunders of the mother ginned games.
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