Not ThirstyA Poem by PeteI could tell it was a strange bar. On the outskirts that were dark and far. The bartender asked me if I wanted a 'bloody mary'. Giving me a wink that weighed heavy and scary. I didn't quite know what to think. As he washed a knife over the sink. Until he took me behind the bar and showed me a woman lying bleeding on the floor. I said I wasn't thirsty and asked him to ... ... show me the door ... © 2019 PeteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 13, 2019 Last Updated on September 2, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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