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Jun 2014
The truth it wavers
In mine eye
But the whiskey
It never lies
The smoked out burn
A liquid caress
That helps me slip out
Of my dress
And into bed
With book and glass in hand
To a peaceful
Troubled rest
Anne
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Anne  Boston, Massachusetts
(Boston, Massachusetts)   
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