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Les mich oonfach
Bis an’s Enn, Wannst noher aah E bissje schennst: - Zu altmodisch, Ohne Substanz. Net so vill Herz, Meh Verstand! - Kumm, loss die Arwet, Die groß Politik, Wann ich der net gfall, Such der e annres Gedicht. Wie mich gebt’s Millione Uf unsrem Planet: Trauriche un lustiche, Wie mer’s grad meecht. Versuch norr oomol, Net so gscheit zu sein Un du finnst bestimmt E liebliche Reim. Gedichter sin Wie Phefferkere: Mit Moß in der Supp, kann nicks passeere. [Ingolstadt, 1993]
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