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This is where I keep my poetry and song snip-its.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Drinkin'

Whiskey sours
after hours
lack of rest must
mean I'm wicked
no lack of comfort
if you mean southern
ice melts
falling in place
while my needs
evade me still
Posted by Gildas at 12:59 PM
Labels: personal, poetry

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