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What I Miss, is
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FEBRUARY 2018 What I Miss, is
to wake....
And not know, where I was.
Or, to know.
If, I were alone.....?
Or whose leg that was, crooked.
Over mine.
The tribulations, of
youth.
When smoke,
had filled my eyes.
And lust had filled my heart.
The perils of life.
The deadly curse.
From drinking...... copious,
amounts of.
The
Golden, amber, nectar .......
Giajl © Jim Love
