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grandma poem

behold ich, in meinem chiffon, in Gaze und in Filterstreifen
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen
vor tausend leisen Jahren
eine Meile nach
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
wenn es
ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
ein süß ernster Gedanke

 



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