Poems Left on the Liquor Store Floor

by Doug Draime

SOME poems
fell out on
the liquor
store floor.
they were un-
finished tho,
so i left
them there --
let someone
finish 'em.
after all, i
wasn't there
to buy whiskey,
those days
are over, i
was there to
buy a mouse
trap for
my legless

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