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Salted Time
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Salted Time |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Tequila, lime, and salted time and so sure I might be drinking lies I wouldn't know now all sound is snow Drifting through dark amber skies. And what dream is this? That eats and bites and still persists A drink or four to fortify and then shall I resist if you insist... To fortify, you understand? A buffer zone against defeat Or at least admitting it... Oh, and how it reeks of sh-! Now I come to speak of it It seems like a hollow lie. In an emptily pleasant mind. A crystal glass in which to die. Each and every voice has become a wasted lifetime in buzzing rhyme Though I cannot hear the mime or any word of meaning in the lines... To fortify or forty five... Who decides this salted time? Hangovers are nature's way of preparing us for liver failure. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Triskaidekaphobia, Beware of the ides of April. Cute little poem. Bobby |
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