Thursday, March 12, 2009
It Was Only One Drink?
It was daring the way she hid in the shadows; quietly at first, then with a clamor, she rose, she sighed, she crept, she ran, she went into the bar. Just twenty-one, a shot of scotch, her alcoholism has now begun... Just messin' with imagery! sam
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In Conclusion
Reaching the twilight of my life I found the brightness too much to comprehend. Having taken for granted the best was about to begin the star of hope shot across the sky of iniquity and lost its brilliance in the streaking blaze. Hitching one's wagon on the star of another only lends itself to...
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