Splinter
H
Herbert Nehrlich
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She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
It violated
all balls of fire
emaciated
he ruled the shire.
It was midwinter
the kettle on
pulled out the splinter
the thought had gone.
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