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Here is a poem that every first-year nahw (grammer) student is given to parse, when his teachers feel that he is getting too big for his boots and becomming a swollen-headed know-it-all.
Inna fee bostanina naranjana
Man jana naranjana naran jana
Its meaning is nothing special: In our garden are oranges; whoever picks them pick fire. But it sounds really complex and fascinating when said aloud.
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