The Eternal Drink

by John123   Jun 1, 2005


Fanfare of bugle taps;
These psalms shake my soul.

Counting by bottle caps;
It's a torture tallying this tole.

Regurgitating the tongued laps;
Brine blasts the bowl.

Misdirection by many maps;
Has led me to this hole.

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