The tin drum throws me

back into my childhood days --


everything's in it.


De blikken trommelDie 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: Local contractions 
Keyword: Memory: of one's life 
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