A World Of Shadows

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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A shadow is a second fiddle and always feels inferior it tries to reach the golden middle of things in the interior but is condemned to stay outside can't mix it with the boys can only come along to ride like ragged children's toys. A shadow has no real life it is a saprophyte though if you try to use a knife cut loose this parasite you'll find that no amount of prying can kill this sad reflection so now you know, there's no denying you add to your collection of fans and others who adore your talent and your wit a shadow sticks for evermore it really is a zit that needs supply from the outside of nutrients to eat it lives in layers of your hide and draws your body heat and when its life comes to an end it shrivels up and dies a shadow hovers to offend and when rebuffed it cries a zit is born with intellect a shadow pretty dumb the former would be a defect the latter is a bum who wants a handout from his host that's why he never leaves and clings to you just like a ghost all shadows then are thieves. A word of warning to you now don't ever shadow-box your shadow knows exactly how he's agile as a fox Then what, you ask is there to do to make you shadow-free you show him he has no IQ and he will leave you be.

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