Katja Poems - Poems about Katja

...Call you drop by potter round talk a bit life seems gay when you play with the cat soon you leave (why not stay? no? – okay) not so much you may say if not done in your own my dear frie......

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...breeze a soft fresh breeze I met you felt so kind and gentle little brother of the wind you made me glad Katja Bruning......

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