Fresh, Tinned Or Frozen Poem by Donal Mahoney
Fresh, Tinned Or Frozen
Father was a snap bean,
that's all, Sis,
nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen,
the greens of snap beans vary.
Neighbors in the yard,
clerks at the store,
folks at church,
you and me and bawling Ma,
for years we fed his strange chameleons
so we can swear, on the Bible,
Father was a snap bean,
that's all, Sis.
Nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 9:23:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Donal Amazing poetic skills here