For Tara - The Girl Of His Dreams - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
It would please me immensely, of course
and I thank you for thinking of me
if my wish were a high-flying horse
you can guess where its rider would be.
I would bring you a blueberry pie
baked with berries from (yes) my own patch,
as you know certain blueberries fly
though for wishes they can't be a match.
I would ask at the village police
for the shop that sells heavenly cream
all I want is a very small piece
and for you to be wrapped in your dream.
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