Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

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Ik lik de stront
zo van de grond
wat men er vond
een achter-grond
-hoezo gezond geweten-
we baden van het zweten
doen aan de sauna mee
en zo verworden we
een fait accompli
een 'wie' zonder ID!


Madrason 24-04-2014
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Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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