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baby shower poem

ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
bis zu ihrem Raumfenster
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
in Ihren Armen war ruhige Freude
eine sehr bemerkenswerte Geschichte dieses ist
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach

 



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