Artois Poems - Poems about Artois

...Note: If you haven’t please check out part one before reading this. It will make more sense that way Thanks. Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day as I am unable to ......

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...Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot, captivated by an intoxicating charm smoother than Tennessee whiskey that hasn’t s......

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...It crept upon me, From the age of eight, Who knew the depths of hell, That that first taste would lead? The singing and jokes, The dancing and shouts, It all seemed grand to me. It ate deep ......

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