jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!

17.8.07

from a swahili phrasebook

There are strangers in the field.
There is a child at the door.
Thre are eggs in the basket.

Drunkenness takes away sense.
Trains go by every day.
Every year my father cultivates a field of rice.

I am working in order to get money.
I am working so that my child may get clothes.
Sing your songs that I may hear them.
Sing your songs so that I may have a chance of hearing them.




KEITH ARMSTRONG

the jingling geordie

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