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One Last Drink
On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
-and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
-and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
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One Last Drink
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