Pulling one foot <br />out of the printer, <br />the other stays <br />mired in ink, <br />whereas the face, <br />ah, yes, the face <br />will now surge forward <br />and shine upon <br />what you would never <br />understand, meboy. <br /> <br />It is the freshness, <br />the total lack of any <br />clichées, be modern, <br />leave the geezers, <br />the ones who <br />did not know, <br />behind. <br />It is today <br />that counts <br />all cobwebs are <br />forgotten.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cobwebs-are-old/
