Castle of the six girls

 

Take the woodpecker, and the language of a horse,

   Donít put much stock in the pecking, take

The drifting, parochial sneering at an awkward world

 

The hat of cardinals

   Always sit straight on the head

 

Take these ladies now and then say

   Wat you think of first: Every day

Like Paradise, the seventh pro Deo and the eighth diabolical

 

My language is no stranger to that

   Of the horse and to that of the woodpecker

 

Oerset Rod Jellema

 

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