The Hemingway

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Down the road of whiskey I go
Persecuted for these prometheus perceptions
An Ex Patriot and a drunkard
Are a few of the names I've been given
A tortured Novelist and short story writer
Hopelessly romanticizing women
To open my closet of secrets
First you will have to find the Skeleton key
A Farewell to Arms
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Are these men not me ?
I have sipped wine in Paris
I walked the beaches of Cuba
Still paranoia mixes the Jack and Rose
Unappreciated while dieing but not when dead
I find myself in the corn rows of Idaho
A legend before his time
When they have heard what has happened to me
Let them speak about it in a simple poetic line
Let them say
He went out the Hemingway

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