VrijMiBo met ballen
Throw the blue ball above the little twigs of the tree-tops,
And cast the yellow ball straight at the buzzing stars.
All our life is a flinging of colored balls
to impossible distances.
And in the end what have we?
A tired arm – a tip-tilted nose.
Ah! Well! Give me the purple one.
Wouldn't it be a fine thing if I could make it stick
On top of the Methodist steeple?
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
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VrijMiBo met Ye
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VrijMiBo met Éric Cantona
We drinken bier, maar een liveblog volgen kan natuurlijk ook nog
