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poem for dad

ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
dieser merkwürdige Begleiter kam auf shuffling Füße
sie in der Schwärzungsversammlung und bitten
an der Dämmerung sagte er
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bin in der Liebe mit hohen far-seeing Plätzen
ich bin fevered
ich hatte den Fall über-vorbereitet
tat Sie sehen überhaupt ein Krokodil
und noch gingen sie an

 



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