Hello! I hope you have enjoyed your Thanksgiving holiday. To help you digest the leftovers, here's some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature is singer-songwriter Dan Bern's "Black Tornado" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
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Recently I later said.
Almost every day I cannot speak until 20:00.
I really sacred.
Even when on the road, it let me in the mountain.
It let me in the air.
I keep the information coming.
It keep me fresh.
And everywhere I move less than a home phone.
One woman, our parents, we completed a Qing Gang, us.
I don't go away, I just sound crazy.
Old West Des Phosphorus Inn area code for all of my clothes stores.
And if you judge me tonight,
I wrote a song to judge me.
This is not what I observe.
And tonight, flexible one, a mushroom hair.
However, this can't happen in central South Africa Missouri.
It's a festival day.
Budgetel night, one hundred Kempinski considered typological cloth.
More on my back,
guitar and other follicles back,
they're the other mental.
We accepted a speed ratio, any capital.
I know, with all-wheel drive.
A sum of adventure, one fathom.
I have my own breath; please don't let me get rid of the road.
Elephant trails can't be found.
Please visit my dad sometimes.
around my body.