At The Bar Poem by Henry Aarre
At The Bar
That tree, I like it...
It's the breath,
you can't get enough of.
What we can see,
it's what we believe in.
Is it something real,
could we go around and get a deal?
Something unusually comforting,
in this bar...
I came here without a car!
A little time...
I can't get inside,
I need to know my mind.
What a surprise!
My life...
Maybe a beautiful day I will die!
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