Thursday, February 10, 2011

Decked



I woke this morning
to my own gut
moaning like old teak
last nights booze
sloshing cross the bow
and no rudder
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1 comment:

Dalaa Ba'cho said...

Damn, boxcar betty!
I told you to stay oiut of those hobo camps.
as the old man said to Jeremiah Johnson-were it worth the trouble?
to which Jeremiah shrugged,
"huh? what trouble?"
LW

February 24, 2011 at 10:19 PM

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