Our Place by Herbert Nehrlich

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Our Place

White puffs of steam rose in the valley at the forest's edge
while from the peaks of milky mountain .........
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Herbert Nehrlich

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Jerry Hughes (11/6/2007 2:10:00 AM)
Carnal? Bullshit. A great word picture mein F, our uncle would have been proud as you should be. Quintuple click und heil...

Herbert Nehrlich (11/5/2007 8:32:00 PM)
Too carnal?

Thank you both.

Best,
H

Aldo Kraas (11/5/2007 7:49:00 PM)
You wrote
A beutiful poem
It is almost like a song


Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)