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marriage poem

er würde sogar seinen Witz haben
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
seien Sie nicht falsch
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
sie limps mit dem Anhalten des schmerzlichen Schrittes

 



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