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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Oft sind Gedichte ein Spiegel des eigenen Lebens. Manchmal hinter gedanklichen Mauern, eigenen Egoismen oder nur weil wir vergessen haben, dass alle verganglich sind! Dabei ist es voellig egal ob man Prasident eines Landes, Filmstar, Musikheld, Fussballgott oder Arbeiter in einer Firma war. Irgendwann geht man so, wie man kam. Nackt. Ohne Geld und Macht, ohne Titel und Orden, nur ganz allein als man selbst!
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Oft sind Gedichte ein Spiegel des eigenen Lebens. Manchmal hinter gedanklichen Mauern, eigenen Egoismen oder nur weil wir vergessen haben, dass alle verganglich sind! Dabei ist es voellig egal ob man Prasident eines Landes, Filmstar, Musikheld, Fussballgott oder Arbeiter in einer Firma war. Irgendwann geht man so, wie man kam. Nackt. Ohne Geld und Macht, ohne Titel und Orden, nur ganz allein als man selbst!