Boardinghouse Poems - Poems about Boardinghouse

...I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking t......

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...On my own terms, I lived my life Giving and taking, both day and night On my own terms, I lived my life Some then mistaken, some often right On my own terms, I lived my life L......

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...On my own terms, I lived my life Giving and taking, both day and night On my own terms, I lived my life Some then mistaken, some often right On my own terms, I lived my life L......

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...The Demise of a Doorman Eric Ericson, ex wrestler, was staying at my boardinghouse. He had a job as a doorman (bouncer) at a local nightspot, but was fired for drinking on the job and could no......

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...hey,y'know what? there's always a but life's never clear cut nor open and shut no matter what - there's always a but whenever you feel you have a done deal 9 times out of 10 someone will th......

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