The tin drum throws me
back into my childhood days --
everything's in it.
De blikken trommel
Die Blechtrommel wirft
werpt mij terug mijn jeugd in --
mich in die Kindheit zurück --
alles zit erin.
und alles ist drin.
Poem H1507
Amsterdam, 2016-09-28
Collection
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Local contractions
Keyword
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Memory: of one's life
Home
5-7-5
Pencil
Pumice
Rain
Loves
Compressed
Birds
Ifless
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