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grandma poem

ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
aber alas, gerade Träume
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ein mit Ihnen
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
dieser merkwürdige Begleiter kam auf shuffling Füße
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt
über ihnen alle, unten schauend
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
Schlaf süß in Ihren humble Gräbern


 



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