I see this tall dark shadow on the wall,
From what I can get a glimpse of it,
As the cars come driving by,
Flashing their head lights on the concrete.
I see its tall shape,
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The Night She Met Vodka, Poetry by Shiela May Baysa
She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight
An unsweetened courage in her hands
Moonshine and beneath
Are reasons to finish a drink
And in the middle of it all
Are dried up memories of some boy
She entailed to forget
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