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grandma poem

diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
als ich am Sonnenuntergang zurückkam
niedrig! ' tis ein Galanacht
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
wenig Gatter wurde schließlich erreicht


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