I've never been a rich man_ Just a poet with a cup.
I've been alone, cold streets I roamed, two shots of whiskey my soul grows soul grow strong
But you_
Heaven-sent, my sun in my sky.
Once a dreary vagabond_ now a Husband with a home, but when Your away this house is not a Home.
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Drunken Man's Woe
Poetry"Drunken Man's Woe" is akin to distilled whiskey; its raw emotion will intoxicate you with sullen stanzas. Each poem reeks with this infectious yearning...this hulking devotion that burns hotter than the sun. Grab yourself a cup and take a sip of a...
