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In the weak hours of the morning
when everything is still
I lay staring at the darkness
trying to find the way
only to be plagued by roaches,scorpions and mice
-not to mention politics,that´s a big cockatrice.
The light became morning
the morning became day
speaking for myself
I wish the darkness had stayed.
Hm,eine mitstenographierte Version des Anfangs eines Gedichtes von Uralt-Reggae Count Ossie,mit wahrscheinlich so einigen Fehler drin,aber das konnte meinem momentanen Bedürfnis nach Blasterbereicherung nicht standhalten,wo selbst googeln nicht half.
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