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Once upon a time in Africa
I was never there, but the
noshörning was, to my inner förskräckelse

and schary boots
wich run to the front
of the sunset bouleward

Once upon a time I was looking
at a framed picture
there was something
written in engelska

and I was förvånad
over those colors
which was smetade all
around on the målarduk