The following is a translation of the poem My Love Came Up From Barnegat, freed of all its silly literary devices so that one can witness the story it tells in all its nakedness. Please refer to your handy English book to see the original version of the poem. Enjoy! I met this guy from Jersey But we must have been closer than previously thought His eyes were blue. Because when he left He walked kind of softly, I saw my name tattooed on his fist and wasn't particularly honest. inside a heart. He was blond "I'll be back in a couple of days or decades and had a perm. (sooner, I hope) I though how, when he was old, I'll make you stop crying he'd probably be gray. by defacing a boat," he said. He was a year away from legal drinking then, [Several stanzas concerning the man's We loved sin fondness for fish heads have been omitted.] and sin loved us. His feet were faster than the wind Will he ever come back from Jersey They helped him balance. With thunder in his eyes He was brown as dirt Walking kind of softly and could have used some patching. and not being particularly honest? He was really muscular and dumb as wood. He also had little wrists and big fingers. I didn't want to hug him, because he was scary and had blue tattoos. He was strong and lengthy [this line does not translate properly] I was in love with him but only a little.
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