Few Beers
After a few beers.
He just loved to talk,
his words gushed out
like water spraying
from a broken garden hose
on a blistering, hot day;
and his worst fears
seemed to vanish
like beer poured into
a swimming pool
beneath a noonday sun.
After a few beers.
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