Bitch wine

sistanumsy
sistanumsy Posts: 218
edited December 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sampled of age
first shroud of red
end of the bottle.

Toasted myself
Eight years to court.
Open...Wild...shut.

Dinner, of glass
no pill to swim
Freedom, liscensed duty

Blight not, life's timeless.
Picture; in a cover
Forgot not friend, lost.

Road trip, daughter
make me passenger, Sons
Compartment, suite, Love.
K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.

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