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School In Street

When I was walking downtown
I have seen a man swaying
He came and stepped on the lawn
Tell me please: not my uncle
Holding the green bottle and
Sharing it with his drunk mind
He asked me to sit near him
I'd no idea it was dim
He said: I do adore thee
I have said I don't know thee

I asked him about his life
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Sunday, December 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drunk
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
That guy in the story was really sad and hammered so I wanted to listen to him speakin in order to knock his situation into shape for the first time i thought it would sink like a stone but it was really blessings in disguise :)
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 07 December 2014

spring and rush, I like it, thanks..

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Houssam Mokhtari 06 May 2015

My pleasure :)

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