My babe loves me, I offend wonder...why?
I am merely a homely poet with teary eyes.
My wallet is abandon, home not to a single cent; my cologne is Burden_ What a lovely scent.
My babe love me_ for her I will die; I'll hold the world on it's axis for an Eternity Just to light up her sky.
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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...
