Herbert Nehrlich Home Poems

He'd walked a thousand miles,
shot in the back near Petersburg,
and brought the Russian bullet home.
His path led by the doctor's home
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A dripping tap can drive you mad,
all day and night it goes.
My youngster is a clever lad,
attached a lengthy hose.
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When I woke up this morning, sweet,
I looked at empty space.
Your covers still were straight and neat,
your nightie flashed its lace.
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Santa Claus who was returning
from the chimney fires burning
had delivered all the presents
to the workers and the peasants.
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It had been overcast
forever, in God's own country.
That's what you said it was
when you lured me, to see
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I'm known as the Wheeler and Dealer,
in my head there exists a smart feeler
and I push down the price
as they try to be nice
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There's a new guy named Henry Hoover
he is not what you call a smart groover
they have dumped him downtown
for attacking a clown
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I hear the silence in the sounds my footsteps make
and feel the birds above, they briefly hold their tongues,
the path is endless, it may lead me to the lake
where fishes play in waters without lungs.
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