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“dipsomania gravis”
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“dipsomania gravis” |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
daybreak finds me grieving at your gravestone empty bottle in hand deer come discreetly to eat the flowers staring warily at the scent of whiskey the sky is golden-blue like the eyes that once ached to behold your countenance my hollow heart abides the presence of momentary memories a hangover potion fading opaquely like the morning moon © WFS 2003 "The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty." WFS |
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click1 Member
since 2003-03-25
Posts 152usa |
WOW!! What artistry..of words ..I saw The whole thing as I read the words..the feeling hit shortly after.. good job..and pass the jug, Click |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Excellent write. You placed me there. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Now, even though this is sad, I like this poem. I could almost see you sitting at the grave all night drinking. Very sad and written with excellence!! Ethel |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Thanks for reading everyone. Your comments are appreciated. coyote "The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty." WFS |
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