found something today - what's really nice:
a Advent poem ,
a Advent poem ,
but not written by me but by:!
A poem by Heidrun Auro Brenjo
From the 1st Door rides inquisitive
A rancid rocking horse on the first Advent by the 3rd
Door arguing with the 5 for the best place
The cake leaves its shape from the 2
And the 14 invites to coffee gossip
now hurl abuse at the 15 the 7
It was her bad
you must gradually get out in front of her
the 4 to einsingt
And in the canon with the 20 swings.
The 6 jumps with the rod in 18 Place
The molten stocking wails in the 16 to himself
Gone are the order and a mutiny begins
And suddenly the angel of the 24 jumps
horror all doors are suddenly trellis
You're too early
Gets the 9 and jumps to 12 the carriage
The 11 sweeping the Angels back in the form
The 17 plays ball with the 8
The 22 singing carols
And the 10 border
skin from the pubic wants 13 before sinking
anarchy
Gets the crumbled biscuits and
The 19 paints a Transparent
The 21 runs
The 23 turns sour
And rest at last cries
It's Christmas Eve
And let the 24 free
A rancid rocking horse on the first Advent by the 3rd
Door arguing with the 5 for the best place
The cake leaves its shape from the 2
And the 14 invites to coffee gossip
now hurl abuse at the 15 the 7
It was her bad
you must gradually get out in front of her
the 4 to einsingt
And in the canon with the 20 swings.
The 6 jumps with the rod in 18 Place
The molten stocking wails in the 16 to himself
Gone are the order and a mutiny begins
And suddenly the angel of the 24 jumps
horror all doors are suddenly trellis
You're too early
Gets the 9 and jumps to 12 the carriage
The 11 sweeping the Angels back in the form
The 17 plays ball with the 8
The 22 singing carols
And the 10 border
skin from the pubic wants 13 before sinking
anarchy
Gets the crumbled biscuits and
The 19 paints a Transparent
The 21 runs
The 23 turns sour
And rest at last cries
It's Christmas Eve
And let the 24 free
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