Thursday, July 7, 2011

Noknown words

When the spoken word is Princess,
each syllable is Precious.

Then a bespoken Cyst:
nonetheless.

But when the babble comes up Nickle:
woeful we, we who might someday want a bicycle!



(mistranslation of Trzy Slowa Najdziwniejse by Wislawa Szymboska)

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