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Vectors and receivers we all are
somewhat of this and or that
and in the midst of the daily turmoil
everyone carries out his or her own fate
speaking a language
that to each other always sounds
in an irritating way
maybe like the sound of cracked bamboo
or harelip lips whistling some song.
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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem