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Sep 2016
Fusty walls and shadows
Left mice in the lurch
They said „no!“ to Kafka
On that day when a man in pajamas walked
In front of his house
And secretly eated
Fresh autumn grapes.

Boy with a fishhook and pieces of bread
Was hunting frogs near the coast
While Kafka went from door to door
People were offering him a glass of maple juice
Or just watched him in silence.

Shadows were whispering Judge's vanity name
And frogs were moving in the mud
Kafka’s leather bag
Went carried by a river
In searching for peace.
Marko Antic
Written by
Marko Antic  Paraćin, Serbia, ex Yu
(Paraćin, Serbia, ex Yu)   
       Skye Marshmallow, Lior Gavra, Zeus and Marko Antic
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