Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. I'd be looking forward to it more if it would only warm up some. (Brr. I don't like wintry temperatures.) But regardless of the weather, Friday 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, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
I read something this week that reminded me of this song, so here's Buffalo Springfield's 1967 hit, "For What It's Worth" (read lyrics and listen to song here). Enjoy.
We Reduced Our Cows
That's what I'm doing.
Everything is uncertain.
Arms and men;
think about it.
If the contents is freedom of speech, I think,
everyone seems to contract.
Line.
No one is good or bad.
Young people in Wales.
Cash.
Summer day.
Houses along the street.
Music signal.
For example, ask for a favor.
Hamas is deep.
Life is what we do
ever since I began to be afraid,
and this mobile phone.
Let me look, sound.
We reduced our cows.
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