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alcoholics robotic decision
Contributed by
adamski
on
Tuesday, 10th November 2009 @ 05:21:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Sip sip sip, I gulp you down
Smile on face, I hold no frown
I’ll drink you to the bottles end
Held in hand, you are my friend
Troubled times, assist do you?
Truthfully NOT,..... if that is truthfully true
For you my angel, embraced to me,
I hold you close, you set me free
I abide to you, my brain explores
I need you now, your taste implored
Sip sip upon my tested tongue
Unless a fix creates, I am hung.
Copyright ©
adamski
... [
2009-11-10 17:21:14] (Date/Time posted on
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