‘t Oenfewaaₑte ies ‘t libben

Skriiₑnd tróch Kenho

‘t Libben ies nòòit dòt het doe tienkst. Al het m’n alles al fanòò ‘t begón plant, ken ‘t oenfewaaₑts ‘n óóre koers ienslaaₑn. M’n mít ‘m mar oeₑnpasse leere, want óóₐs mút m’n ‘t oentlieje. De netuur ies graaₑt en de méénsk lik. Óm tjiₐn ‘m tó fóchten ies gewóón nâât sinnig. ‘t Ies reesem óm mei tó gaaₑn as hadnekkig óóₐzóm tó dwaaₑn. Sééker betéékent dòt nâât ‘n slachtoffer tó wòdden. M’n mút allónnig wette wenneer ‘t de moeₑite wòddig ies óm tó fóchten en wenneer nâât. As ‘t gin rieseltaat òpsmiet, ken m’n better waaₐtje tòtdòt ‘n bettere akkaadzje ‘m fòòrdweit.

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