A Southern Poetaster
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Nov 23, 2013
Three Strikes
the glass fills higher
while the bottle empties.
she becomes a liar--
the temps fall to the twenties.
my clock ticks louder;
the snores come sooner.
I've never been a doubter
but today, is so much closer
to the day after tomorrow.
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