People come into our lives.
Some smile,
some growl
and others
have no time.
But there is the
rare occasion when
through twist of fate
or meeting of minds,
two hands reach out.
One finding the heart
and one relocating
in the crotch.
And, when they leave again
we are left,
strangely befuddled
with the
lingery of
memories.

Herbert Nehrlich

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