The weather is bleak,
there is a flu, the sun burns --
inside the people.
Het is koud en guur,
Ein raues Wetter,
de mensen zijn grieperig --
es gibt Grippe, die Sonne --
in hen brandt de zon.
brennt in den Menschen.
Poem H0368
Den Hoorn (Texel), 2012-10-19
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