Herbert Nehrlich Hate Poems

There once was a little swine
he was partial to blueberry wine
and he had a fat mother
who had smothered his father
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So what's this thing the world calls hate,
are humans capable to fabricate the stuff?
Does it occur when men debate,
when words can trigger something known as huff?
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A View Of Passing Over

I spoke with him last night,
my favourite uncle, bless
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