The bus is here
The bus is here
It’s not the same
It’s different
I’m going to another school
Redwood Falls I think
The day went
Then two, tree, four, five
All nice days
I meet many young people
Already I know so many
So I think about it
How I like it
Then I know
I like here
That’s good I’m happy
Surfede i egne tekster fra 1973 – som 16-årig. Ikke just den store digterkunst – bør være ydmyg ved egen vurdering af nutidens ungdom i skolen. Men bedre forsøgt – end lade være. Her fra glæden over at skifte værtsfamilie under udvekslingsophold i USA.
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