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A Poem by Lonesome Traveler

 

 

 

Wooden skull, wooden wrist,

Discarded claret, spilled in ink.

Caustic wounds, Richmond Gin,

lonely sympathies, sharing the brink.

 

 

© 2013 Lonesome Traveler


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Lonesome Traveler
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I understand, wrote a poem about this one as well, "words want to be admonished". How are things? Understand, or shoud I say it may have been impied that you were in a rough patch,......

Llee

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Lonesome Traveler
Lonesome Traveler

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Young, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..

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