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That Old Song
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2006 Poetry 
That Old Song
Sitting here writing
with my
hand on my head,
wondering why
she left me.
Sorrow filling
my heart
as I scribble
tear stained words
she will never see,
on paper as fleeting
as one's happiness.
Vodka sitting in a glass
as the words
of that old song
keep running
through my head.
"Make it one for my baby
and one more for the road."
© 2006 Philip N. Carcione
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