Hun's Time
H
Herbert Nehrlich
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A pedestal was home
to a small bar
of soap.
The Codicil
in Rome
had to fall far
from hope.
It washed
all other sins,
at dawn's first sun.
And,
as the mother wins,
there goes,
with God,
the Hun.
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