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September 2016 Drinking Until ....
I asked the Athabaskan,
What did he know......
Sitting, in dark corners, of my life.
Where even I, was loathe, to go.
I'm living on pain....
Washed down with vodka.
A malady, of the body.
Or, an infliction, of the mind ?
Questions, I needed answered.
In reply, he spake in a language.
I'd never heard, before....
And shots were fired, flaming blue.
Sambuca joined our ranks.
Jack Daniels, whiskey and,
Captain Morgan too !
And,
I never saw
The dawn....
Giajl © Jim Love
