Cobwebs Are Old
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Pulling one foot
out of the printer,
the other stays
mired in ink,
whereas the face,
ah, yes, the face
will now surge forward
and shine upon
what you would never
understand, meboy.
It is the freshness,
the total lack of any
clichées, be modern,
leave the geezers,
the ones who
did not know,
behind.
It is today
that counts
all cobwebs are
forgotten.
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