{"id":303980,"date":"2005-01-01T00:00:08","date_gmt":"2004-12-31T23:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/co-woudsmagedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:40:31","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:40:31","slug":"co-woudsmagedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/co-woudsmagedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Co Woudsma\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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De zielen van de paardebloemen rond, doorschijnend.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vanzelf een schram, bijvoorbeeld op een arm.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een meerjarige bodembedekker,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bol en bont, bruinig.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een roestig blikje rijpt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te warm zelfs voor de radio’s,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mensen graven zich naar koelte toe.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Proef van de koelte, klok<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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