Na aanleiding van je andere topic kom ik hier ook even volgen.
Ik vind de hengst onwijs gaaf, ben benieuwd wat voor moois ze er van gaat bakken
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.