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Jun 2014
'Twas the morning of
the highest sun;
of which I could not see.
I drank myself
to a drunken slum;
the bourbon was for free.
Just having fun with rhythm and rhyme.
(C) Maxwell 2014
Stephanie Lynn
Written by
Stephanie Lynn  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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