Herbert Nehrlich Fate Poems

The officer who would not like the name of borderguard,
took his green passport, open at the photo page.
Flipping his fingers while one eye was kept on Mitch,
and chewed a wad of chewing gum that threatened to escape
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I left this door agape,
it was no oversight
and no intent ought to be read
into my slight of hand
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There once lived an olive green frog
in the back of a half-rotten log.
He was killed in his sleep
well, the log wasn't deep
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