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He is back with one foot and his voice can be heard
and the poets are gathering hope,
neither candlestickmaker or elderly nerd
have traversed this most slippery slope.
'What heart' said the surgeon, 'it is worth to be saved
let us sharpen our scalpels with care',
special training for orderlies (Jerry was shaved)
but they left him his cranial hair.
It was tough on his maiden, she stood up so well
he is fortunate and he's aware,
at one time he stood up and was playing Bill Tell
but the apple turned out a Bosc pear.
It's a road full of potholes and mozzies abound
to attack if the bats don't succeed,
it is said that our friend will again be quite sound
it's the genes, they are tops in this breed.
Welcome back, my dear friend, it is great to observe
that you peeked in and strained at your bit,
there is one more small hill and a mild hairpin curve
but you're safe from the snakes in the pit.
I look forward to Heil and to other remarks
so do many as you can expect
we have gathered a gaggle of forum gray sharks
they are waiting for you to dissect.
Herbert Nehrlich
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