Last Call Backwards Poem
It's my last call
before my head hit the bar
dancing merrily on the floor
all i see are shadows tall
bell sounds"Last Call"
sipping my whiskey slow
hour after hour
watching everone laugh and carry-on
sipping my whiskey slow
acting as though i belong
sitting on a bar stool
karen croft
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Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2011
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