posted by on 2005.04.06, under Uncategorized

Sometimes at work, I try to brush up on my French by writing poems with vocabulary Juliette gives me. This is today’s. If you want a translation, go to Babelfish and run it through – though they don’t know what flac means (puddle).

Dans une

Petite flac du lait

J’ai perdu mes yeux.

Blanc sur le blanc

Avec un point de blue.

Ils ne voient rien mais le ciel.

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