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The Cinderella Shoe
There was a letter in the mail,
I dreamed that night about
a woman named Tara McHale.
Although there were those lips that pout,
it was the presence of a breeze
made up of warmth and intellect,
she stopped for just a minute, just to tease
yet it was futile and I was not able to detect
more than the pheromones of something great,
of youth and fresh aroma, passing through,
of silent whispers knitting silk for a debate
she left behind for me her cinderella shoe.
poem
by
Herbert Nehrlich
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