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Gendern

Der Kaiser Preußens in seinem Wahn, schrie laut, faßt mir den Thron nicht an, so verschwand das H bei Thür und Thor, doch wehe man holt den Thron hervor. Der Mann in seiner Ehresich ewig… Gendern

Drei Verse an die Nacht

Mein Kopf ist schwer in dieser Nacht,es ist das alte Lied von dem gedacht,im Grübeln was wurde falsch gemacht,Liebe,  Pflicht und Leid, was hat’s gebracht,was hat mich heute alles angelacht,wie habe ich den Tag verbracht.… Drei Verse an die Nacht

Wichtgedicht

Ich bin ein kleines Licht, ich bin ein kleiner Wicht, doch manchmal wenn man mich zitiert, das Blut in den Adern gefriert, was war das nochmal, war das mein Gesicht, doch kein kleines Licht?  … Wichtgedicht