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There once was a vermin named Herrmann,
his uncle was General Sherman.
Said the general 'well,
send these poets to hell
'twas considered a militant sermon.
So the tongues freshly sharpened were stuck
out at others but not for good luck.
But poor spelling prevailed
and with glee was detailed
but the villain was only a duck.
As all poets and others may know
you can easily spoil your own show.
If you suffer from gas
it will blow from your ass
and the critics will make you eat crow.
Herbert Nehrlich
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