You climb without hands
For hundreds of feet,
With your body strapped into
A hard plastic seat.
Then your car hits the peak
And you look down the slope,
The ground and a crowd
And the loss of all hope.
And with your heart beating
Like domestic abuse
You rush down the slope,
Through the drops and corkscrews.
Forty five seconds later
The ride is all done,
And you smile like a psycho
Wondering “Why was that fun?”
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Dear readers, today show
One of my favorite ways
a favorite
To pass a tiresome hour or two
as South
On sites like Google translate.
Google translate
One simply writes a bit of text,
Simply type the text
A paragraph or two,
or two
Then translates the writing back and forth
Then enter transfer
To a language like French or Urdu.
In languages like French and Urdu
The result, as you will likely see
Therefore it is possible
When this process is repeated
When the process is repeated
In many languages, is humorous
In many languages full of humor.
Because all meaning is deleted.
For this reason it is cancelled.
So that’s my ramble for today.
Now it’s your turn.
I hope you have some fun
Hope you enjoy
Translating things into foreign texts,
Translation of foreign language.
And now I’ve got to run.
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