Today I'm no longer a shepherdess
Of my own words.
They bleat like mad inside the mouth.
My lips will never part today.
The great unrest inside the mind
Shall not burst out
To no end tamed.
For today I bask in silence.
The tongue, my faithful Palate Collie
Shall keep all sounds in check.
Enameled pebbles, white picket fences,
Shall never let the pilgrims
Go their straightforward way.
Les voleurs de pommes vont
etre attrapes entres les cul-terreux
et les culs-de-jattes.
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