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Jan 2019
When we hit the whiskey,
we felt very good
for too short of a time.
The cowards and the ******
didn't disappear into the night.
At least their filthy claws
couldn't get a grip
on our throats.

-Ron Gavalik
Ron Gavalik
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Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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