Old school
Oh that school would still be there,
chestnut trees in the square;
the heavy door.
Plates of knights with a cross
and Goejanverwellesluis;
Full color
These beautiful school where you stood with
pass a stolen cigarette
in 't bicycle.
There, you squint and shakiness
and misery of green and yellow,
another trait.
And as the master's birthday
it was noisy in the classroom;
and you sat there.
And you expected so direct
a very interesting report effect:
Hit cigar
You played in the school tournament
and the beginning was wonderful;
fine football again.
You got on your face, 10-1
the small goalkeeper in his goal:
He wept much
The autumn leaves on the ground
strode up so nice in it around;
the school over.
And winter was the hot stove
and if you do then threw snow,
then he hissed.
It should all still be:
the door, the trees and the square;
the large hedge.
Only those beautiful light sheet,
desa which a small state,
may be gone.
Bar, Lombok, Sumba, Sumbawa,
Floris, Timor etc.
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Slochteren
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