Kaléko Mascha has written about me ...
... or else we look all pretty. But a finds little of himself certainly everyone in it.
The life of a loner
"A loafer
me scolding the neighbors.
But I
nice early
In the sweat of my brow
sawing off the branch on which I sit,
Check my fallow fields and
Throw The industrious
towel.
Should it thirteen, Spoonbill
I devoutly
The soup that I've brewed
and satisfied
bite the bullet.
A good conscience is the best sauce.
Come visit
Am I the gentlemen
Comfortably between two chairs
The ladies in embarrassment and
myself in the ever-ready
nettles "
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