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I met a girl named Alice Klar She was the finest girl I saw We made my day all bright and nice; About the night I can’t speak at all! Alice played with words all day She’d find some Wort and write a play To Lebenstraße she’d walked just twice Even though I’d beg and though I’d plea But I can’t recall for the life of me Why that day Alice stopped for tea Running along she’d chase the mice Until they fell into the Spree I’d always worried that her talcum hair Would bring on suitors far more fair But I never imagined that her vice Would be an expat Fräuline eating rice Amid the essence of food and the summer heat When there in the Platz the two did meet And a strong stark woman with heart of ice Swept Alice Klar up off her feet Since that day I’ve had no song in heart Except for brats and hounds that bark It’s now despite want of love and spice Her memory fades into the dark Still I have hope though you may scoff That this man I am can surely boff Another ribald maiden low in price Then that old ***** Alice I can write off!
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
The Tail of Alice Klar
I met a girl named Alice Klar She was the finest girl I saw We made my day all bright and nice; About the night I can’t speak at all! Alice played with words all day She’d find some Wort and write a play To Lebenstraße she’d walked just twice Even though I’d beg and though I’d plea But I can’t recall for the life of me Why that day Alice stopped for tea Running along she’d chase the mice Until they fell into the Spree I’d always worried that her talcum hair Would bring on suitors far more fair But I never imagined that her vice Would be an expat Fräuline eating rice Amid the essence of food and the summer heat When there in the Platz the two did meet And a strong stark woman with heart of ice Swept Alice Klar up off her feet Since that day I’ve had no song in heart Except for brats and hounds that bark It’s now despite want of love and spice Her memory fades into the dark Still I have hope though you may scoff That this man I am can surely boff Another ribald maiden low in price Then that old ***** Alice I can write off!
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
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