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Nej inte jag som är yvette....
Här kommer en till. .
Jo den ena är så sorglig att jag inte kan läsa den i ett stycke utan att storböla...
Här är en liknande.
( terrier går att byta ut mot annan hundras förståss )
High in the courts of heaven today
A little dog-angel waits.
With other angels he will not play
But he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come", says he
"And when he comes he will call for me".
And his master on earth, far down below,
As he sits in his fireside chair,
Forgets sometimes, and whistles low
For his terrier thats no longer there
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master´s voice he hears
And I know when at length his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hound of death to open the gates
That lead to the courts of gold
His little terrier´s welcomming bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
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(Bytt sign från 16kvm stor balkong)
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Dagens, eller veckans dikt.
03-06-2004, 21:48
