From Supterrines to Citterose
quel pont
se passe
le font
de classe
the chloo may wonder
and the fie may woe
but nothing can change
before I go
the early morn
from supterrines
to citterose
let me tay quin
to offerto's
the chillish hurts
who heart a lot
of her over
now forgot
se passe
le font
de classe
the chloo may wonder
and the fie may woe
but nothing can change
before I go
the early morn
from supterrines
to citterose
let me tay quin
to offerto's
the chillish hurts
who heart a lot
of her over
now forgot
Reacties op dit gedicht
| spring-in-het-veld: | Zaterdag, september 17, 2011 11:32 |
| babylonie.. en de enige verstaander schreef het, to words, and never let go ? |
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| Janny Scheybeler de Jonge: | Zaterdag, september 17, 2011 11:04 |
| zal best mooi zijn maar kan onvoldoende talen om dit te begrijpen! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nummer 127 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 september 2011 | ||
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