Herbert Nehrlich Friend Poems

A friend is one who is like me,
or is it one who likes me much,
and maybe someone you can touch?
Perhaps a buddy who would be
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Raynette did ask about the stuff
it's called CHOLESTEROL,
we seldom really get enough
all else is hyperbole.
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And once again, I linger.
Dark is the night
in Southern lands
but finding it, unerringly
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I had been married to her,
for going on five years.
Pearl white in colour,
and the inline six.
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It was the little lines and grooves,
the pores in soft, pigmented skin
the memory of taste and touch
that reared its pesky head,
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Oh yes, the bloomin' birds,
while sitting, sorting fancy words
from alleycats and moths
inside a haze of gray, I say
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The papers said it has been found
you would be welcome, all of you,
with rationale and reasons sound
two parents and a happy crew
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He had gone on a date with Miss Lilly,
with high hopes to make use of his Willie.
But the size of a toe
made Miss Lilly say NO,
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