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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 23, 2022 18:46:14 GMT -6
Drunk on Poetry
Trash talking Rosie Took a walk down desolation row Looking for poetry From sidewalk troubadours She needed a lyrical infusion More than morphine Or whiskey on the rocks
Deep in the Quarter Her life began again With bohemian beau Drunk on his poetry She sank into his mattress
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 25, 2022 20:20:12 GMT -6
Nice write, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 25, 2022 21:01:29 GMT -6
Mucho gracias mi amiga. Very glad you enjoyed my glimpse into bohemia.
Xo John
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2022 0:22:26 GMT -6
Very interesting read John I like. It's certainly a different take/a different view toward a better addiction and better way of life. I like how you wove this together in your own unique and very talented style. Cool stuff.
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Post by Catlady2710 on Aug 26, 2022 10:28:00 GMT -6
Nice one John
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 26, 2022 11:42:57 GMT -6
Love your comment, Michael. Indeed to give up drug addiction and find your fix through love is a better way. I appreciate your reflection on this poem and my others very much. Much gratitude my friend.
John
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 26, 2022 11:43:52 GMT -6
Thank you so much, Cat my friend. Your approval means the world to me. John
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