Herbert Nehrlich Poems

My father felt unwell that day.
he'd tripped on cobblestones.
It was expected that he rest
in bed his weary bones.
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I grabbed her then,
in drunken state
amongst brave men,
the night was late.
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It was so very black,
and curly, rather cute,
I wondered what
if anything remarkable
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If I ever get my money
so I've told my aging honey
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And from the land of Sauerkraut
came, blond and blue of eye
a man of gestures, keen to shout
he was a giant guy.
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He'd known it wouldn't be
a picnic with a vintage red,
they'd likely stone the girl
with hatred burning cruel eyes.
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Well, as I tried to tell you
the Pope would be elected
by money, not by value
or pious thoughts detected.
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The Moon Down Under
Looks at the world Up Over
But then it travels.
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As winter comes again this year,
its breath turns dewdrops into ice.
Out in the forest freeze the deer
our houses, refuges for mice.
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Norton, friend of Links,
did have a history
of favourite media links.
He searched, non stop
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