Deceit Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Deceit

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It was a single dropp of dew
first scraped together by tiny feet
of two Rockhampton bugs,
that fell into the eye of the untamed shrew
who, not the kind that would accept defeat
then turned to her for one last time.
One eye was crying now, it was all hugs
and kisses and not really a crime.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradeep Dhavakumar 02 October 2005

Good short poem, Herbert. Liked 'dew first scraped together by tiny feet of two Rockhampton bugs'. Thank you.

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