Two Faces
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Herbert Nehrlich
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My alternate face,
including the nose,
is, in any case
(and I say this for those
who don't know me as yet) ,
just a shade more at ease.
When the two of us met
in a midsummer breeze,
we disliked each other,
really, hate is the word.
Although brother to brother,
recognition was blurred.
At a loss to explain
this discrepancy now.
It is really a pain
that I can't figure how
the two faces could blend,
as this ought to be done.
We would both, in the end
re-unite into one.
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