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Drinking Absinthe

Drinking absinthe the color green, snuck from Ireland in a bag unseen. Dreams of faeries in my green bean patch, chasing leprechauns I never can catch. Into a cave, where St. Patrick sat, on a rock, stroking an old fuzzy cat. "What's up, Pat!" I said with a slur. "You know" He said "Drink is not your cure." "Well, Pat." I slurred. "It will work for now." "Gotta go, I lost my bottle some how." Back to the porch, I stumbled and crawled. To awaken alone, with photos sprawled. For the "Irish poem" contest

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Date: 2/11/2013 7:24:00 AM
I predict a high placement in Isaiah's contest. You did a good job of brining all the elements together. Masterful job.
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Christopher Bunton
Date: 2/15/2013 8:56:00 PM
Thank You!
Date: 1/25/2013 3:32:00 PM
this is really good, and a wonderful entry in to the comp....
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Christopher Bunton
Date: 1/25/2013 5:32:00 PM
Thank you! :)
Date: 1/24/2013 12:13:00 PM
I have never tried absinthe before! This poem is definitely very fitting for the theme of the contest. Best of luck to you my dear poet friend- although- this is pretty awesome, I don't think luck will be needed :)
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Christopher Bunton
Date: 1/24/2013 4:17:00 PM
Thank You!