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RRealistic capture of the mood of a bar in the wee hours of the morning. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on September 13, 2012 at 10:48 PM
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I am so thankful those days are gone.
posted by
UtahJay
on September 13, 2012 at 12:07 PM
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You make me feel as though I were there.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 13, 2012 at 10:29 AM
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Very sad story to be in that situation. In your poem you put the right words in the right place 
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on September 13, 2012 at 9:06 AM
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Re: "A Time for Wine...
Thanks for response. I think I was a bit shocked to realize that what I touched upon was getting to me, emotionally. I was surprised! I usually don't allow that to happen.
I startled myself? 
As you say, you write and walk away. And you don't work it to death. I am still in the shaking and twisting phase, I suppose. I look at a group of lines or phrases that must be manipulated and it becomes a fascinating 'game/puzzle' for me.
posted by
PoeticPoetry
on September 13, 2012 at 8:41 AM
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How sad PP. Not the poem but the tragedy . Thank goodness you broke the chains that held you to this ritual. These days I like to write a poem and forget it, if I can feel in the mood. In the old days I would shake it and twist it until I could do no more. This was quite natural poetry that makes no apologies. Thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 13, 2012 at 7:40 AM
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posted by
Annicita
on September 12, 2012 at 11:01 PM
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