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Have you, my friends of now and of the distant past
encountered better than the ordinary fare?
Or do you join me now in being quite aghast
about the travesty of humans, do you dare?
Have you, my friends of now and of the distant past
met one whose scent through scentless cyberwaves has come
to me as waves of blossoms, pheromones, at last
and kept me up when all the people did succumb
to silly notions of a nutty doctor's mind
while seeing clearly that they hold each other's hand
and while he gawks at her immoderate behind
he knows that all of him will always understand.
There is, in life, at times a strange and lovely spark
instead of sacrificing life on its debut
it waits for kisses in the safety of the dark
here's happy Birthday, Tara, hugs and all for you!
Herbert Nehrlich
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