My mother, a supporter of the Third Reich,
once fell in love with a high-ranking Peter
and then Peter died in the war.
She turned to my waiting father,
he gave her the son that she longed for
and he proudly thought about a name.
He didn't stand a chance.
The son of the selfish mother
was Peter, the name of the lover,
since my father was second choice.
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Life is not easy, often complicated and sometimes incomprehensible. But even if we dont understand why, there is always a reason why. Cheers mate
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