YOU ARE READING Mulligrubs- Poetry 1.9 13 1 0 by fyeahglen by fyeahglen Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Left in a room, No windows No doors .Only a bottle what seemed to be WineOr a bottle of well brewedSadness. Left on a boat, No paddle No motor. Only a still river that flows continuously Or a river of unlimited supply of Remorse. [ g.c ]