I dreamed
that I was chosen
to prepare
for cruel tasks
in daylights shimmer
to succeed.

The ghosts
in the deep waves
they duly screamed,
but missed the glimmer
of the crap we
then appealed.

He was a lawyer
he had studied volume nine,
but was quite ignorant
drank wheaten beer, not wine,
and when she came
across the bitumen
as such,
he took her hand
and (as a first)
he craved her touch.

Herbert Nehrlich

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