Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woohoo, it's Friday already, hooray! Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
I absolutely loved this song when I was a kid (and apropos for this week due to the recent solstice). It's Chad & Jeremy's 1964 hit "A Summer Song" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Local Hot Time
Sharp tree will start bleeding caused by local hot time.
Full page wika way,
we all walked together.
Start the kiss of hot summer days,
lake in handcuffs.
And you.
Started the second night of light sleep,
when the time it cannot be hot love that it seemed to reach
all my light,
sky.
How do you kill him? All you want.
The leaves.
But you are patient and know how often
he said good-bye.
Then there is his something.
No, I am nothing.
And rain.
Violet windows.
The day started hot, time believed dead,
and life.
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