He had what Gods considered all that there could be, <br />and knew it well, he even smiled at night in bed, <br />when mean gray gremlins came on (this here) Saturday <br />and sucked his blood until he truly would be dead. <br /> <br />Perhaps it's best for all humanity, this way <br />he cannot judge nor would he dare to (this ain't true) , <br />he will, once asked, (he was) pack up and go away <br />though he will never ever lose the thought of you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thought-of-you-5/
