Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

What Is It? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Dungbeetles eat it.
It fertilises gardens.
Smells to high heaven.

Worlds would not exist
without the putrid droppings
all done in private.

Which means that goodness
might be dependent on it
can't live without it.


Comments about What Is It? by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (12/2/2005 4:32:00 AM)


    She started it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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  • (12/1/2005 3:25:00 PM)


    I would whisper only sweet somethings into your ears (into the left that way the right hemisphere would believe it) , never the solution of this puzzle.
    Merde he said.
    Best
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  • (12/1/2005 9:37:00 AM)


    I give up, Herbert. Whisper it in my ears.

    Raynette
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2005



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