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Kiss of death

The trouble with us starts with the beer in your hand nothing here for me but the kiss of death that clings to your beer stained lips opening the door for me so go ahead- and drink one for me- go ahead I'll close the door behind me

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Bill Baker

Date: 1/27/2024 6:08:00 PM

Hard to do, my friend, but you made the right choice. Alcohol, especially to the extreme, can wreak havoc with life. Good to see you posting again Karen. I'll be back to read more tomorrow, dinner is ready. :-) Hugs, Bill

Karen Croft
Date: 1/28/2024 2:34:00 AM

Thanks for reading Bill.

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/27/2024 12:12:00 PM

Karen, your haiku is exquisitely crafted. I find it deeply resonant, as it beautifully captures the profound impact of alcohol. Thanks for your comment on my page

Karen Croft
Date: 1/27/2024 12:42:00 PM

Thank you for visiting my work and for your comment.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 1/26/2024 5:35:00 PM

Hello Karen, i can so relate to your poem and the affects of alcohol. My dad was a severe alcoholic and it was not good. Yet, We stand tall together. - Blessings, Daniel

Karen Croft
Date: 1/26/2024 6:36:00 PM

Thank you Daniel, have a great night

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 1/26/2024 3:10:00 PM

good for you...close the door behind you. Great choice! :-)

Karen Croft
Date: 1/26/2024 3:17:00 PM

I moved on!