A flirt sleeps with a smiling face
and wakes up with much purpose;
She designs her day and just fly,
Those who are disgusted by her
loathes that she's happy,
she's evil and she should not be,
and they're getting fatter, older
lounging in Lutz' Eatery,
masticating, talking about her.
hehehe..where is she now...they are talking..maybe..they had the comfort
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I would like to translate this poem
full of energy! ! ! your words and your passion make such sweet synergy ~ i LURVE it~! (but of course you knew that) from one flirt to another... ~xxsjg