Ingeborg von Finsterwalde


The Equalizer

In a small hut on the hill
Lived a poor man named Bill
He could not spell it made life hell
At times there was no wood in the shed
The family went many times hungry to bed
But when he sat under the old Linden tree
He had this feeling of being free
His gaze would wander over mountains and dales
Feeling tired but forgot what ails

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