Tired Already? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
God blends, amends
and likes it when our sense
which quite occasionally depends
on odds and ends
calls peace and once again makes friends.
Admire the fire
rise from the mire
burning bright and ever higher
of mateship's proud attire.
Yet baby friendship quickly may expire.
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