Deceit - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
It was a single dropp of dew
first scraped together by tiny feet
of two Rockhampton bugs,
that fell into the eye of the untamed shrew
who, not the kind that would accept defeat
then turned to her for one last time.
One eye was crying now, it was all hugs
and kisses and not really a crime.
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