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grandmother poem

ich stand
allein
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
Sturm
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
sind sie traurig, die nicht Liebe kennen

 



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