Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. If so, yay. If not, perhaps some 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, will help make things better.
This week's song, from 80s powerhouse band Foreigner, is "I Want To Know What Love Is" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Ocean Temperatures Shall Apply To All Intelligent Life!
Time to go.
Something caused by time.
Another 26 more coat 60, read a wire.
So the picture of Kim's almost a week away.
Now, on Alpine climber climbs, we,
under a world of kingdom people,
we nurses look at love, Nintendo, balls of brightly glittering light.
State representative was down cold.
Ocean temperatures shall apply to all intelligent life!
Life; imaginary.
Therefore I have a bad back, and said, "I know."
No; we, claiming a we not resolved,
however life is.
This precedes all this time, time-dice taking one point.
Points around time.
Left-clusters between village.
There is a rock; a success.
Come, Major General Whatsoever of Thompsons.
Fruit known way our thoughts on love.
Find what you love.
Unusual battle with words, no life insurance for you.
Delicious Japanese way.
I know what I want to love -- the walls.
Stories; stories for
sleeping.
If you know what I want to love,
come, how would you present?
World,
inspiring.
We know the way we thought needed love in happiness courtyard.
And touching.
Our association warns: pay Sprint, other
surveys of people, personal lightning ascensor, Kafr El-dawwar.
Fruit known way our thoughts on love.
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