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teen poem

als ich war, lief London ein
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
ich sah die erste Birne
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
truely
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
mit Freude und Wunder
ich mag es
mit den meek, braunen Augen
und breakethbrot nicht mehr

 



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