Marie
Another rainy day too dreary, lacking sleep, eyes still bleary;
head still hurting in pain aching hastens me for the waking.
Whiskey, rye, and rum are speaking, to the wisdom I’ve been seeking,
I ask myself, beg, beseech me, “Will I learn? Who will teach me?”
Copyright © Howard Manser | Year Posted 2020
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