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Date: 3-25-2011 12:30 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "The Fire In My Soul Coal"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "The Fire In My Soul Coal"

Hello! It's Friday, Friday, Friday! And it's about time, too! Woo-hoo! *fist pump*

And that means it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz with the punctuation a little bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today it's Ben E. King's classic hit, "Spanish Harlem" (listen to song here). Enjoy.

The Fire In My Soul Coal

He grew up in Spanish Harlem.
Spanish Harlem was in the red.

This is a special.

I never see it all,
it just runs on the moon,
all the stars shine.

This is the woman in the street,
even the most specific,
but soft and sweet dreams.

He grew up in Spanish Harlem.
Red roses.

Her eyes saw the fire
in my soul coal.
Shi, I have lost control.

"I'm sorry, how do you do?"

Then he stood up,
and chose in my garden
as a woman's face.

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