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Liquid Sorrow…Liquid sorrow fills my glass Sipping slowly, savoring Each first drop like the last Transparent emotion, waiting to share The liquid sorrow Drink, if you dare A bar amply stocked with stories untold ‘Cept in a moment of passion Liquid sorrow's words, bold My glass, it doest run over With longing, sir, if you please Sit down and share a moment with me Liquid sorrow, I do offer you, your glass forever full I'll buy each and every round While my spirit you do lull Until we've drunken each last drop, then hold me while I cry For alas my glass of liquid sorrow Will have finally run dry…. L.A.McNabb 22 February, 2005 Copyright © 2005 Lori Ann Mc Nabb, All Rights Reserved Vote for this poem
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