{"id":301340,"date":"1983-01-01T00:00:07","date_gmt":"1982-12-31T23:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/jan-zitmannegen-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:05:19","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:05:19","slug":"jan-zitmannegen-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/jan-zitmannegen-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Jan Zitman\r\n\r\nNegen gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Korte berichten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan hen die thuisbleven en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zich nu afvragen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De zee is hier als<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een lam. Een bries blaast er soms<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat krulletjes op.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik wandel tussen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de inwoners van dit land<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het hoge kustpad.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tegen de avond<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zie ik een aalscholver lang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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duiken bij de pier.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Plotseling, in de<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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koelte van de schemering,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn er geluiden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Van dichtbij hoor ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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montere stemmen roepen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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meisjes in kano’s.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Iets later gaan aan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de overkant van de baai<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de lichten branden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Stratenpatronen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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liggen flonkerend gespreid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen de heuvels.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Weinig te melden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over hoe ik hier ontwaak:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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leeg en ontspannen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Overal waar wij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gaan en staan zijn wij samen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en blijven vreemden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij komen laat thuis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op de dag van terugkeer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dus blijf maar niet op.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een liefde<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Ik verdronk in haar ogen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zoiets blauws had je nog nooit gezien.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Telkens als ik er in keek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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begon mijn hoofd te zweven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en mijn hart te bonken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoals nu na de eerste<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ochtendsigaret.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zoals zij in de bus stapte:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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twee witte kniekousen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dansende blonde vlechten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een prachtig veulen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar het volgende voorjaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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had zij zich verpopt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in iets vaals<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ook het blauw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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was niet meer d\u00e1t blauw.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Bovendien gingen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de jaren nu tellen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik was ten slotte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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drie jaar ouder:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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twaalf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Lopende pati\u00ebnt<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Spreekuren, vroeger borden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met van zo laat tot zo laat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vluchtig gezien langs de straat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn werkelijkheid geworden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Temidden van hen die wachten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ben ik tot nummer geslonken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en net als zij verzonken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in eigen verveelde gedachten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De schorre bel brengt kleine schrik:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wie is aan de beurt, hij, ik?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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E\u00e9n kent al jaren het klappen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van deze zweep en maakt grappen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar het lachen klinkt pijnlijk.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De benen van passerende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verpleegsters taxerende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voelt elk zich onwaarschijnlijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en niet meer ten volle bestaand.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Men wordt door de bel gemaand:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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opgelet, de medische stand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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houdt u volledig in de hand.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Conservatief<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kom wel na.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Laat mij tijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om te begrijpen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Achteraf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geef ik jullie wel gelijk.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn het mijn idee\u00ebn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En jullie waren te vroeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Zelfportret<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Een schelp,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een kokkel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Binnenin, ik verzeker het u,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een heftig gemor<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in winding op winding.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar met andere woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kruip ik,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nooit iets begrijpend,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in mijn schulp,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn kakel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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We reizen af op de kaart. Shell ag<\/span>.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De schaal (Maszstab) 1:200 000.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Onszelf motorisch-fantastisch verhuizend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gele dus – mijden we de grijze vlekken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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der steden en malen niet om gekerm<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van gewonden dat opstijgt uit de berm:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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we zoeken nu de laatste witte plekken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Getuigt deze conceptie al van moed,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een driester plan wordt er nu uitgebroed.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Vertrouwend op de kilometerteller<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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minderen wij voor niets en niemand vaart.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De blik vooruit, de ogen worden heller.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij verdwijnen in de volgende kaart.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Tot minder dan een bladluis ingekrompen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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volgen we nu een vastgesteld trac\u00e9,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat bij de gratie van benzinepompen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ons toestaat te geraken tot aan zee,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alwaar een flauwgebogen stippellijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ons in de boot neemt naar een kleine haven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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We worden uitgespuwd, waarna een trein<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zusters. Streelden me. Zagen me niet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ga maar weer spelen. Ja, spelen, met wie?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik moest meekomen, aan de achterkant<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar hoe kwam je hier uit? Er was een haag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De boot lag er. Aan ‘t roer hurkte de oom.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Klein glimlachend wenkte hij: kom aan boord.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De tantes zongen, de ooms vielen in.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hoe zachtkens. Dat werd morgen wat op school.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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