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This poem is taken from PN Review 183, Volume 35 Number 1, September - October 2008.

Engrish Antony Rowland

The coffee of an Italian tomato is very delicious.
Please relax on the inside of a shop carried out calmly:
How can you not take a breath
When sunlight and mist turn a young leaf into tea?
Thinking about an ancient Greek sanctuary
Makes tea time a special time: taste the line
Of a small cup. Shall we refresh with open air?
I wonder why coffee tastes so good
When you're naked with your family.

But how much nutrition did you know?
My favourite food is white cake. I fall in love with you.
Let's carry out preservation at room temperature:
Look it, taste it, feel it, and get it,
Then touch yourself in your original way;
Now you can see you are fresh and pure, can't you?
Fresh fruit enriches everyone. Take the thirst
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