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Date: 11-17-2017 1:27 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "Gloves Or Pistol"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "Gloves Or Pistol"

OK, boys and girls, ready or not, 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, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today's featured song is Norman Greenbaum's 1969 hit "Spirit In The Sky" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Gloves Or Pistol

I am dead, and laid a few days.
Something is not to make a mistake.
Gloves or pistol,
sharp with a bleeding in the spirit.
I would have thought I died.
I was dead, and laid a few days.
It is not a mistake.

Yigus, you know that all is well.
Maya is a friend of mine.
If you don't know that if I die,
recommended for you
sharp with a bleeding in the spirit.
What is to die, the sleep state?
When I am dead and they are,
what's your value?

I will never be a crime, and yet innocent.
I have a friend in Maya.
If you know I am dead,
I used to be.
The ghost was a sharp pair of bleeding.
I think I died.
I am dead, and laid a few days.
I think I'll go there.
Better go.

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