just a wee dram (Remove filter)
shot
i remember fondly
the piquant taste of scotch
the spirit of my yesteryear
now haunting my dreams
rich to the tongue
poor to the throat
saviour of our marriage
destroyer of our love
the bottles beating heart
like a metronomic diary
of my downfall
but see how i rise
from ashes and anonymity
to stake my claim
as husband, father
a smokeless p...
Monday 9th November 2015 2:11 pm
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