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Babelfishing Poetry: "Come, Sunday Is Sunday"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Come, Sunday Is Sunday"


Hello!  Another Friday, here at last!  Let's get right to our next installment of Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song is one of my favorite summery-feeling songs: The Temptations' "Just My Imagination" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Come, Sunday Is Sunday

Oh oh oh.
I saw fruit juice pass through the windows.
I love you, man; I am fortunate. I told you.
So he likes girls; wild improvisation of his guitar really speaks of his coming.
Any exceptional pieces in the world?
But because of concerns, you must come with me.

With no wife, no family, no family life, powers will be more close, for example.
The third, the second good condition, a room in your home.
Elephant thoughts.  Just as you can imagine.
It is, perhaps, because of their display.

But, just because,
come, come, come with me.

Every night I pray for your knees.
We *WILL request a boy, and I leaped to my Lord.
I am like a nothing.
And they understand private death.

Pearl of the universe.
Hand Denmark information; on-screen movement should be struck off.
Melody,
but a fact doesn't even should.

But again, I said I would speak of concerns.
Come, come, come with me.

But never for him, or for him; for me.
Grim,
oh yes, yes, yes, yes.
Come, come, come with me.

There, I mind.
Come, Sunday is Sunday.


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