You complain and say life is strange,
The world's problems cause you to sigh;
Tell me, what have you done to change
The little space you occupy?
Lora, I've done a bit; I'll not BRAG [much]. I've raised some spirits that did sag, held open to all my vast money bag, to warn others, raised a RED FLAG, & kissed on cheek an old street hag. And you, I bet, have done stuff too! ! ! bri :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Very Gandhish! Love it!