Poems ✍️

  01.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Headless

Headless she liked it yet she could not bring herself
to say well done or something similar, of course.
Up on the wall above her bed, there is a shelf
it holds the box where she keeps one small charleyhorse.




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