Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Ping Pong Conversation 1 - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

...nothing that your slightly hyperalert
but edible mind should worry about.
Just something that came into mine,
when I read some of your words.
I fall into this dream-like state and
-being a bit of a fretter whose mother
lamented tomorrow's surely to expect
bad weather when it was sunny today-
and just wish that we can keep what we have..

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 11, 2005

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