For days on end I wondered, <br />about the way the world decides <br />who of the chosen few will be <br />the one to hold her little hands, <br />and squeeze the rosy flesh <br />just for the pleasure of <br />her superfragilistic company.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-not-for-me/
