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Weeping willows
weather watery winds
while wailing witches
with whirling wigs
wander wondrous woods
waiting wretched wrath
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Weeping willows
weather watery winds
while wailing witches
with whirling wigs
wander wondrous woods
waiting wretched wrath
*
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
Over and above the call of duty, Peter. A real tour de force 🙂
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Very nice.
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