A short poem called "The Pub"

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Open Poetry #28

A short poem called "The Pub"

scuffedshoe2
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since 2003-08-04

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0 posted 2003-08-04 05:26 PM

The air I breathe in
Is ridiculously thick
I cant stand this bar anymore
Anything about it
The people; always the same people day in and day out
Hoping to find someone to go home with them and [Edited by Administrator]
Maybe shell get pregnant and theyll get married
I slam down my captain and coke, leave a dollar on the counter
Nod to the guy with the beard at the end of the bar
And ask myself a question as I leave
What the hell am I doing at an Irish pub anyway
Im English

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (08-04-2003 06:42 PM).]

QjQ
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since 2003-04-18

Posts 3756
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1 posted 2003-08-04 06:32 PM

interesting write,,

Sunshine

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2 posted 2003-08-04 06:52 PM

Scuffed, I think you probably have a talent at writing poetry, but I would ask that you please review our guidelines. This is a family site, and if you need questions on where to post poems that are a bit on the edgy side, or for a more mature audience, we can guide you to the proper forums.

Thank you.

eor
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since 2002-09-26

Posts 959
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3 posted 2003-08-04 07:39 PM

i liked this

"in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums"

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