Babelfishing Poetry: "Come, In The Middle Of The Mantle Of Night"

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Babelfishing Poetry: "Come, In The Middle Of The Mantle Of Night"

Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my unassuming little blog.  And by popping by right now, you are in for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tinker with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today, by special request from The Jan, we give the immortal Patsy Cline's "Walkin' After Midnight" the Babelfish treatment (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Come, In The Middle Of The Mantle Of Night

Come, in the middle of the mantle of night.
Moonlight, something many do.
In middle of night is always a
clock.

A YEAR in the room side of the road.
Well, I love you is not.
There is always the middle of the night.
Watch.

Stop weeping, willow.
Knee.
Maybe scream.
Then, darkened piece of heaven and Earth.
The wind whispers the night,
and jochqu'.

Now, during the night,
sometimes you can skip
how to handle the middle of the night;
I find him.

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