![]() At the PubA Poem by T. F. Rice
At the Pub Sad hounds at the bar lounging wear their eyes low and only move their lips slow at the sound of pouring liquid, glasses clinking. Time is just another hound drinking, the long-eared ladies taken by his rapid blink and lowly distinction. Credits: Orig. publ. in Small Towns Are Not So Small, TFRice, 2008. © 2008 T. F. Rice |
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2008 Author![]() T. F. RiceWyoming County, NYAboutT. F. Rice lives with her husband and their teenage son in a small town in New York state in the U.S. She also lives with her creative clutter -- she presses flowers for making candles and cards, recy.. more..Writing
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