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Late Valentine (She Complained)
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A memory is Valentine
of chocolates and ageless wine.
I married a pathologist
but every time we hugged and kissed
her lips did taste like iodine.
I met her at the microscope
a student nerd I was, a dope.
Her bosom rested on the bench
the scent was definitely French,
exuding earth and fragile hope.
I baited her, a Bogart line,
she caught the lure, which was a sign
In Central Park, on frozen dew
lips flushed and cyanotic blue.
That's when I tasted iodine.
Worldwide we have deficiency
which robs us of efficiency.
A halogen named Iodine
the cause of imminent decline.
I tell, it is my mission, see?
Herbert Nehrlich
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Sandra Osborne (2/23/2007 6:52:00 AM)
Hi there Herbert. Just a message from your shy and hidden girl to say I miss you and you are as always my very favorite poet. A man of talent, wit, genious and some lust. Always be vigilent and I know your beautiful pen will continue to flow. I have never forgotten you and think of you often. Take care. - Oh yea, I gave you a 10 of course! - Yours, CS |
Tara very irritated with PH injustice (2/22/2007 4:51:00 AM)
I think your mission in life is accomplished... as said, H. Top notch. t x |
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