Bottle Brush Poem by Dean Meredith
Bottle Brush
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
Friday, January 6, 2012
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