Dean Meredith

Bottle Brush - Poem by Dean Meredith

By the bristling bottle brush
He lied to lay his lovely lush

And drunken dreams did darkly dwell
With webs of words in a whiskey well

His fairy-floss hair white like cotton
Her itching scratch ne’er forgotten

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 6, 2012

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