1 poem or story a day. Nothing more, nothing less. Most bad, maybe one good. Dog bless.
Monday, January 27, 2014
GIN
Soaking in an enameled iron tub of gin Letting it soak it's way in Poisoning me just as surely As all those glares and words You used to assure you'd always win Leaving me where I'll ever be Floating in this tub of homemade gin
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