The Women

The women, that I have known,

who someday will be toasting my demise,

 

Singing, and yelling

downing one after another

“To his memory!”

-they laughed, and smashed their glasses against

my photograph


I could only hope, the whiskey tasted bad……

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Author: notthedane56

I am not the important one here. I'm pretty sure who is, but that doesn't always seem prudent to tell about in my "About Me" box. If in doubt, then read a few blogs, add 5+7, then subtract a largish Country to the north of the USA. Answer forthcoming in my next "About Me" box, or not.

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