Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make quirky little poems unto themselves.
Fragment 1
State, no private
possible.
New to private, no former.
Ha.
No. Be. No.
Private.
No, no.
Ha.
No, no, do a dirty, I saw the private.
Ha ha, private, out long.
So, no.
So. Ha.
So, hang to be
1, no song, no private
cliff.
.
