Miffed
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Herbert Nehrlich
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I spent the morning
trying to remove
the heavy frame
of an old friend.
He'd stepped upon
my tootsie toes
by accident,
or by design.
At last, when cyanosis,
the lack of blood
was setting in
I grabbed him by
the dangling bits.
He screamed
which made me think.
And change my tac.
I gently tickled
the soles
of both his feet.
Not once
but many times.
Voilà, fait accompli
My toes complained
for many weeks,
I told them to be still.
Our friendship stands
in any storm
as friendship always will.
Bu şiiri puanla
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