POLISH RANDOM
Co akamite
You're going to laspola.
Thy love is dynamite
In the colour of the sun's rainbow will
It smelled like earthy cool.
Wheat salt in haystack
The river has sucked your honey
And the roaring borsies range
In the boat swallows over the creek
The cuckoo was cuckooing
The origin of the Eagle Flight
Love reigned by faith
In the blink of a 1000 years
They wanted to be born years.
Like the Queen in the Sun's Color
He blesses us all morning
