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Justin S Wampler Aug 2015
"Good luck!"
The bartender said,
with a grin on his head.

With raised glasses
around the bar.

With a collective gulp,
our worries vanished.

With a collective flick,
our cigarettes lit.

and we all sat silently,
contemplating our own
specific set of doubts.

Looking for
our light within.
Bill Nov 2014
A drunk poet is like
A drunk poet
I'll have another

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