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Those famous words they say: See Venice and then die.
I've seen the place and come away alive.
Extended search has found my own bonmot.
To look at one of Nature's well-kept secrets
and to caress the lovely smoothness of it all.
God will you let me have a freshly, oh so velvet,
a lovely leg just shaved and just for me.
And if I could, like crafty old Egyptians
take PROVIANT onto my final journey,
I'd like a woman in her midlife warmth and sweetness
to come along to keep eternal company.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read poems about / on: journey, woman, nature, god, women
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