Translated by Christopher Fulkerson
Persistent Creatures I,
Photographic Still Life by CF,
12/30/2009
Vivacious little Island Girl, let's get together!
The rumormongering strict senile seniors
Are all of them worth maybe one single cent.
How many suns there are, setting and rising.
For us, comes one day when our brief sunlight sets,
Then there's forevermore one night of sleeping.
Give me kisses a thousand, and then a hundred,
One thousand more give, then twice more a hundred,
One further thousand give, then one more hundred,
Then when we've made many more thousand kisses,
We'll just bungle their order past knowing.
That way no wicked folk ever will notice
Or figure we've got so much kissing between us.
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Posted 12/30/2009. Last updated 8/24/2010