2009-03-11 22:08:03 | Author: Fusselwurm

I sent you out
And you were lost
Knew not about
Your parent host

Your names I know
I wrote them all
Your numbers grow
Now hear my call

The time has come
You know your task
What you have seen
Tell me at last

And in the tips
Of every finger
Are thousand whips
So do not linger

But let us feed
Knowledge is pow’r
Nothing’s so sweet
And it is our

Category: Versfetzen
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