Dikt
Klipp, Klapp. Tripp, Trapp.
(Sportlov vila i frid – länge leve valborg)
Långa led av sommarkänslor, lycka, frihet, sorg.
Sol och värme, bruna ben.
Saknaden av vännerna som en stor sten.
Men frihetskänslan lever kvar,
alla vackra sommardar.
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