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Babelfishing Poetry: "Nose In The Blue Mountains"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Nose In The Blue Mountains"

Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my unpretentious little blog.  It's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have some fun with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Fats Domino passed away this week, so to honor his memory today's feature is his 1956 hit "Blueberry Hill" (listen to Fats sing the song here).  Enjoy. 

Nose In The Blue Mountains

Nose in the Blue Mountains.
Green Mountain, when
the moon was still in danger,
realizing the dreams of four people.

It's in the womb,
the Song of Honorary Preparation.
But all the votes.
You can't.

Flat, often flat line.
I saw the Blue Mountains.

preparing a sweet song.
you can't.

It's always going to separate.
Green Mountain.

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