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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3748 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention One for Luck Carin I poured me one for you; here's to the latest greatest change in your rapidfire life. The alcohol's wash burns my throat - either the drink or my grief - it constricts, betrays my breath with serpentine speed. I wish so many things for you and me; for you and me, but I drown those dreams for tonight. I pucker (sour apple), bite down hard on the glass; chip a tooth. Lay your burden down tonight, I'll get rid of mine; we'll slide out of our sour moods into some expensive wine. So lift your glass to you and start to sing Buon Compleanno, cara, take a bow - at 21, boy, you now have everything. |
