Tepidity Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Tepidity
You can't cook with it.
It won't clean you.
Useless for dishes.
Goldfish don't like it.
What makes you think
that lukewarm kisses
will warm my heart
soothe my soul
smooth my wrinkles,
light my smile,
feed my ego,
make me happy
and
prolong my life?
Well?
Wo...Someone has really gotten to you! What is wrong Herbert? Theodora
YOUNG FEMALES GIVE OUT HOT KISSES, BUT MAKE LUKEWARM TEA AND COFFEE, IS IT AN OLDER WOMAN YOUR DEALING WITH SORRY ABOUT BIG WRITING, CAN SEE BETTER WARM REGARDS ALLAN
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4/18/2024 8:37:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poet without passion is like Bush without Bin Laden.10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx