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Whiskey Dreams

Once upon a midnight dreary,
Drunk and stupid not thinking clearly
I formed an opinion that i could fly
So i stepped off a ledge to give it a try

I could feel the breeze whiz past my ears
I never felt so free, i had no fear
I finally wore a smile upon my face
For in the universe i found my place

Then half way down my vision cleared 
I could see the ground was drawing near
My smile disappeared, my expression flat
I was about to scream then came the splat

I bolted upright in my bed
I checked my pulse i was not dead
I lay back down with a heavy sigh
To whiskey and flying i say bye bye.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 26, 2016 at 1:30 AM
I do love and enjoyed this one Carl. :) ha, The Poe topper. The flow is awesome. Ha, talk about tipsy... :) I'm going to add that to my bucket list... LOL... hello, Whisky and flying, (however, no edge diving for me) haha... A very XOOL poem. LINDA
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May 24, 2016 at 9:50 PM
Well done Carl, I could say bye to flying but I'm not giving up my whiskey
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