Herbert Nehrlich Poems

And, in the end,
my dear Aunt Hulda
used to say,
'Distance Makes
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A man who did retire early
each night, and was a rather burly
well-fed and stocky specimen,
would always have lights out at ten.
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If your house has been built of good stone
as it should you'll be happy to own,
and to languish within
with your old mandolin
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The sight of her was just enough
to make him blink, all traces of
the booze they'd served him
so incessantly, Jack on the rocks,
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Each break including summer holidays
I'd slave for heavy industry to make some dough.
Fell into bed at eight and had no time
for R & R nor any other girl.
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There is little of time we receive
and it never will grant a reprieve.
If you take some, as such
now and then (but not much) ,
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She invited me, (all into bathing) ,
though my mother had words that were scathing,
when I cleaned her with care
both our bodies were bare
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A wombat rested in the shade
a breeze rose off the Murray,
he sipped some Mango Lemonade
and was not in a hurry.
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He suffered from a phlebolith,
a rather nasty fusion,
a gray and stringy, foamy pith
it caused a great delusion.
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It purred, a kitten's sound.
Though frayed, there was no ground,
to link it to the Mother Earth
the oscillations soon gave birth
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