FvH/LG

Like stone clapper made of clay, 
long, once again occurs, they say.
Creeping ivy grows, 
the blinds drawn – the room got so yellow!
Ignored the fact that Here it
was Fred! the singer
from the East! The second he began to
play, working down again,
as it sometimes
more is forever at last.
Those things seem – it
lasts all day one day and then they
say: bells until tomorrow.