A Canadian Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Canadian
Since I had just arrived
from foreign shores
where men are shy
and women tease,
I halted briefly at the dune
and looked straight into
the Southern sun.
You later said you smiled
right when I draped with care
the Mapleleaf upon
what I would call in Latin only
mons pubis, (cute, those curls) .
I've loved Canadian women
ever since. Au Canada.
imigrate would be the best solution...just go...if they let you in? dave have a nice day
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4/19/2024 7:41:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes wise Herbert...we are one of a kind, curls and all! lol