Poems ✍️

  12.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

The Computer Doctor

Her hands were deft,
well manicured and slender
the keyboard left
one click 'return to sender'.
It was a fragile chair,
but she was thin
the fragrance of her hair-
'Recycle Bin'.
And while she raced
through scores of tricks
mistakes erased
and two more ticks.
The seat gave out
with my support
let out a shout
a frightened sort.
It was sheer luck
there at my house
it ran amuck,
my little mouse.




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