More adue about nothing

Another poem. This one can't be read. I only paratially know this language (barely at al) and the letters are more likely unreadibly. So why print it? It looks nice. I like the colors myself. And I get to use that hat again. Don't be fooled this is not very original at all. Neither is Locomotive breath – no I really didn't write that one. I only have one kid, he's doing fine, my best friend and wife have nothiing in common, no worry finding them in be together having fun (maybe someone I don't know, but not my best friend) and the rest- If thaf fucking train would just slow

ដែលលឿង
It's not completely ripped off them

ស្អ​សី្ដ
ស្អ​សី្ដ
លសិនបាហើយ
លសិនបាហើយ
ស្អ​សី្ដ
ស្អ​សី្ដ
ស្អ​សី្ដ
លសិនបាហើយ
លសិនបាហើយ
លសិនបាហើយ
លសិនបាហើយ
បាទ
ទេ
បាទ
បាទ
បាទ
ទេ
ទេ
ទេ
បាទ
បាទ
បាទ
បាទ
អវកុំណ

JETHRO TULL LYRICS
"Locomotive Breath"In the shuffling madness

Of the locomotive breath,

Runs the all-time loser,

Headlong to his death.

He feels the piston scraping --Steam breaking on his brow --

Thank God, he stole the handle and

The train won't stop going --No way to slow down.

He sees his children jumping offAt the stations -- one by one.

His woman and his best friend --In bed and having fun.

He's crawling down the corridor

On his hands and knees --

Old Charlie stole the handle and

The train won't stop going --

No way to slow down.

He hears the silence howling --

Catches angels as they fall.

And the all-time winnerHas got him by the balls.

He picks up Gideon's Bible --

Open at page one --

God stole the handle and

The train won't stop going --

No way to slow down.