Cherries - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I see them now, red ruby and engorged,
would there be any way to have a taste.
God made infinity, He planned and forged
He saw a temple of the law of waste.
A taste of ruby red, I've lived too long,
tastebuds are truly dead
I have your song.
Please say HELLO to Fred,
I bid good night to you,
I shall withdraw,
please keep your flying crew
inside my bra.
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