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This morning's bottle
Did not bring me death
Can you smell the whisky
On my breath
Well I like the sunshine
But how's the rain
Sorry, did I hurt you?
Oh well, it's only pain
Let's talk about baseball
Hide moments of lies
Now you can see me
Through my own eyes
So I'll just fall here
Drop like a lime
This is so perfect
My drunken crime
Can you smell the whisky
Sleeping on my breath
Well that's my only lover
From now untill death

 

 

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some guy fell on me on the bus, and he smelt of whisky and hima nd his friend talked about baseball, and looked so sad

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last updated 27 May 2013 - 4:47am
©28 February 2004 - 6:45pm — running_with_rabbits
22 January 2006 - 9:29pm — Nicole.J.Burgess
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"Sorry, did I hurt you?
Oh well, it’s only pain"

Yay, i like this

Nicole.J.Burgesss

1 March 2004 - 3:49pm — David Kohut (not verified)
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Dear Ashley
Yea, I like this poem it has a good rhythm to it. Keep up the real good work.

1 March 2004 - 3:49pm — David Kohut (not verified)
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Dear Ashley
Yea, I like this poem it has a good rhythm to it. Keep up the real good work.