The wondering mans poem book of tears

When one writes all about them too many verbs nounns and damaged nerves I wrote a book while manic ot dealing with the sense of panic. Maybe one day You could read along with me speaking to You through text on pages.

I knew a man named frank he was tall but very often he was short and well Frank.

Dont start arguments in escalater that escalates too much.

I was drinking white russians at a old friends house, I drank as many as I could polite get. I had to make it back to downton by midnigh. I made it a throw away to the shelter wher I saw a bar I had not yet visited, I ordered a Guiness and when I heard the price I thought it was a record. Half way done my pint a woman walks up to my seat. She asked what I had been doing with my day. I told about the white russians and she replied quickly sounds yummy. My silly brain thught of a joke replying yeah vodka milk sounds like that night I had too much fun with a cow.

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