A Little Old Wino (Limerick) Poem by Juan Olivarez

A Little Old Wino (Limerick)

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A little old wino I knew,
Drank every morning till two.
But he'd get up by eight,
Because it was his fate,
That the bed that he had was a pew.

3/7/11 Alton Texas

Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,limerick
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