Saturday Limerick

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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There once was a man with no soul in his life he saw only one goal. He would stomp, screw and pound others into the ground but he dug himself into a hole. When he found that he could not succeed and that people like him could be freed from their nasty affliction and in-NATE dereliction he decided to chuck all his greed. But the devil was very much present and he knew how to make things unpleasant when he reached for the soul there was only a hole, 'cause the man with no soul was a peasant. Well the peasant's name really was Neville he was soulless but quite on the level when he turned to his God he received the big nod and he grinned at the silly old devil.

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