beste bomma en bompa,We maken het n

beste bomma en bompa,
We maken het niets ervan.

Men eindigt slecht
men begint goed
met beloftes die
na dagen vergeten zijn.
Men spuugt op tafel
maar men is bereid
het weer op te likken.

Smakkende zoenen
glazen wijn
pronkend vuurwerk
in een nacht.

De aarde slentert
op haar gemak
en wij wachten
met onze digitale horloge
op de aankomst.
Zij toont ons aan
wanneer wij vrede tussen
haakjes mogen noteren
haat in graffiti letters
mogen spuiten.

We beginnen niet nu
wij veranderen niet
als het laatste cijfer
stijgt met een eenheid.

Na rasse dagen
zijn we de stille liefde
kwijt in de ruimte
en knalt het vuurwerk
niet in de lucht
maar in ons.
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Resultaten (Engels) 1:

best Baker and Baker,We make nothing of it.One ends up badone starts goodwith promises thatAfter days forgotten.One spits on tablebut one is willingthe weather on to lick.Smacking kissingglasses of wineshowing off fireworksin one night.Wander the Earthat easeand we waitwith our digital watchon the arrival.She shows us toWhen we make peace betweenparentheses may notehate in graffiti lettersmay spray.We are not starting nowWe do not changeIf the last digitincreases by one unit.After fast dayswe are the silent lovelost in spaceand POPs the Fireworksnot in the airbut in us.Read more at http://www.1001gedichten.nl/gedichten/107724/geen_jaar_is_er/99 #puKGzD6Vc3Q11caG.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

best grandma and grandpa,
we make nothing of it. It will end badly one starts well with promises that are forgotten after day. It spits on the table but one is prepared again to lick. on smacking kiss wine glasses showing off fireworks in a night. The earth wander at ease and we wait with our digital watch on arrival. She shows us when we peace between brackets may record hatred in graffiti letters may syringes. We do not start now, we do not change if the last digit increases by one unit. After racial days we are silent love lost in the space, shooting fireworks not in the air but in us. Read more at http://www.1001gedichten.nl/gedichten/107724/geen_jaar_is_er/#puKGzD6Vc3Q11caG.99

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

best great grandma and grandpa, "we do not think it ends badly.



we start with the following days promises forgotten.

but they spit on the table is ready to lick it again
.



munching kiss glass wine showing off fireworks in the night

. the earth


, sauntering and we are comfortable with our digital watch


on arrival. it shows us where we peace between

the way to write the hate in graffiti letters


we can shoot. don't start now

if we don't change the last digit) is a unit of fast days.



we are the silent love lost in space (and some fireworks

but not in the air. (read more at http: / / www.1001gedichten.nl / poems / 107724 / no _ years _ is _ there / # pukgzd6vc3q11cag.99