Me
I met a man called Truth,
And truth was what he wanted,
But I gave none to him.
I met a man called Love,
And he called out for me,
But I, as always, failed.
I met a man called Drunk.
AT LAST!
We both had wine together.
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2/13/2015
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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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