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Zewdu Milikit

MY SILLY STOMACH

So I can feel how big he is,
he starves my fingers,
leans my toes 
and fills my chest with feathers.
He even shrinks my skull
into a little gourd and boasts
he is by far the best
of stomachs in the world,
stands there pleased as punch
to be a silly paunch.

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ሞኝ ሆዴ

ከሆዴ ስፋት ጋር ሳነጸፅራቸው
ቀጥነዋል እጆቼ፣
ከስተዋል እግሮቼ፣
ትከሻዬ ቀሎ ተጣቧል ደረቴ፣
ቅል ሆናብኛለች ትንሽ ጭንቅላቴ፡፡
ይዬ ሞኙ ሆዴ
ሁሉን አችል ብሎ
ሰፋና ሰፋና፣
አቋሜን አጠፋው ቦርጭ ሆኖ ወጣና፡፡
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ሞኝ ሆዴ

ከሆዴ ስፋት ጋር ሳነጸፅራቸው
ቀጥነዋል እጆቼ፣
ከስተዋል እግሮቼ፣
ትከሻዬ ቀሎ ተጣቧል ደረቴ፣
ቅል ሆናብኛለች ትንሽ ጭንቅላቴ፡፡
ይዬ ሞኙ ሆዴ
ሁሉን አችል ብሎ
ሰፋና ሰፋና፣
አቋሜን አጠፋው ቦርጭ ሆኖ ወጣና፡፡

MY SILLY STOMACH

So I can feel how big he is,
he starves my fingers,
leans my toes 
and fills my chest with feathers.
He even shrinks my skull
into a little gourd and boasts
he is by far the best
of stomachs in the world,
stands there pleased as punch
to be a silly paunch.
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