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  MAI VAN PHAN
   
     
On top of the poles
 
My tongue tied
hung on top of the pole
each time speaking
the tongue had to shrink
pulling the flabby body up high
I writhed like a rag wriggling in strong wind
 
While thinking about painful tongue
Suddenly a butterfly wing grew on stone edge
Rosy wing made embankment tremble
And the board advertised invigorating drink
with gas spraying high quality fog
Another romantic spot !
The girl squirmed her back on calendar cover
smiling fresh and raising hand long enough
 
I existed because of butterfly wing, ad board and unknown girl
They spoke for me by tongue end in the abyss.
 
But why did they exist separately ?
Certainly the tongues also hung on top of other poles.



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