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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Poem 249: GF Beer Tasting

Just a little taste of each
and by the time I'm done
I cannot keep a steady hand
or straight like an arrow run.
Just a little sip of each:
sour, bitter, caramel, dry
a plastic cup pushed in expands
and beer splashes my eyes.

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