Endocrin Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Endocrin



Inside a little bitty gland
resides a volatile, not bland
creme fraîche, filled is the reservoir
for wild adventures, très noir.

All good intentions, gliding in
sweet welcome, name is Endocrin.
As rhythmic mitochondria dance
each in and out, a second glance.

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