Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make peculiar little poems unto themselves.
Fragment 9
Red.
Grown red, no parent.
Do not be 3.
Medical, medical support,
to be so mad.
Here.
So read the rumored hanging.
No wing.
No standard food,
no parent.
Ha.
Parent.
Do 1.
Be private food, be partial loss of private; no.
Long private.
Ha ha, private reported.
No.
Away from
pause, so
I have six.
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