Herbert Nehrlich Poems

But mother, I am always fine
and yes, I did receive the wine
your package came on Monday night
the gift was wonderful, just right.
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There once was a poet named Stu,
he would write 'til his fingers turned blue.
When he searched for a rhyme
he committed a crime,
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Today I vote that the great title
of greatest poet goes to Eitel,
Raynette's the name, poems her game
she keeps alive the wondrous flame
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They say it flies.
And is quite indistinguishable
from money.
Just like the tide,
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I think the chuckle is all mine,
and if it ain't then nothing's lost
as some of us drink noble wine
and others shudder at the cost
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He woke, a bit too early
on that Saturday in May.
And could no longer fight
the smoke-filled fact of
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A timid boy, that's what he was.
A nerd in school, though into sports,
observing all his hometown laws
but drifting laterally, of sorts.
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She actually isn't mine at all.
Jack Russell Terrier called Hoolie.
Replacement for the one who did
with canine curiosity, while daring fate
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The moon had just arrived tonight
he looked with twinkling eyes
toward the North that's where his bright
and trusty Northstar flies.
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At times that crying boy
can be like bottled joy.
A most unlikely teacher
turns me into a preacher,
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