maar let op de tussenliggende woorden en onthouden
zonder teveel drank in je bovenste hersenen
geloof me alsjeblieft, dit is mijn DNA…
kies de optimale maximale gedachte
Sylvia nazaat van een prinses die vocht
Sylvia Frances Chan-All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 4th December 2019
Dutch Frozen Noon at 13.06 hrs P.M.
This is a translation of the poem
Short Verse, But Not Short Versed….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan
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