Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Drinking By The Books Comments
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Here I sit
in an old dusty bar
(where once there was smoke)
drinking old-fashioned's
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8/2/2025 1:44:32 PM # 1.0.0
Wow! That is powerful. I had to fight back the tears when I read this part: a solitary gunshot sings its sad song of loss... then Bill cries out: No more for old Ernie - he's had quite enough! Thinking of Ernest Hemmingway, and how he ended his own life with a firearm. Such a tragic loss. We just never know for whom the bell tolls, but the sun also rises...
Thanks Kim! I sincerely appreciate your words. Those fellows are 3 of my favorites; I just had to celebrate them (and with them) in a poem. Plus, I'd love to go out drinking on the town with them! ! !