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Der Regen fällt,
es wachsen Pfützen.
Dem Kind gefällt
das Hopsen, Spritzen.
Die Hose nass,
auch das, was drunter.
Die Mutter blass;
das Kind lacht munter.
© Ingrid Herta Drewing
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