Did my "pause and check" until vietel vor seiben
Struggled to get my strength from the Divine
Trudged to bad and back to my zimmer
Wondered why I did that
My system was still booting
At 90% I opened my fenster
Oh no! Not today
Gestern was like this
I did Pabsdorf-Friendesau like a cheetah
But I arrived so ashamed
Like a baby in a wet windeln
Went back to bad and could hear them
They made a loud blast after short piano drumming
It was Donner and Blitz
They appeared angry after some time in hibernation
Well, I muttered, not dangerous
Africa's donner could tear down a house
Africa's blitz could set a tree on fire
But they replied with a louder one as the pellets became louder
Went to Frühstück and was shocked
To see a heavy Deutsch regnen
It poured like one of Africa's
I thought this was summer
Jessica said it's just the dawn
Even Gabriel had prophesied it
Then! I muttered,
It's not Pabsdor's regnen anymore
It's the Deutsch's summer
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