R.M. Alexander

The Beauty Of A Beer - Poem by R.M. Alexander

The heady scent,
Of a long cold pint.
That first sip,
I can feel it,
Coursing through my veins.
As the glass,
Slowly empties,
I cannot help but mourn,
For as much as I would love,
Another healing brew,
I know I mustn't,
For early I must rise.
So I slowly leave the bar,
and something in me dies.

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  • (8/24/2005 12:04:00 AM)

    I'll add my nine to his...

    Which reminds me I have an appointment with one on thursday; -)

    Amicalement votre

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  • (4/18/2005 10:59:00 AM)

    Well you get the sympathy vote,9, from me. Did you have a cold when you wrote the last line? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2005

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