Friday, February 24, 2006

The Whiskey Comments

Rating: 3.7

I used to drink myself to sleep.
I found comfort in the bottle.

I remember the taste on my lips,
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John Kipling Lewis
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K Holoholo 06 November 2007

Wow......what a sobering poem. I think it is perfect the way it is. It's a poem to pass around at AA meetings, on a little piece of paper. It is what I would say could be a helpful poem. Good Job! ! ! ! !

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Kath Moore 05 November 2007

3. Poems about alcohol are a dime a dozen and this one says nothing new and has no original details whatsoever.

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Patricia Gale 25 February 2006

Comfort in a bottle a way to escape this life. Been there, sharing my sorrows with crown royal. Good write Patricia

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John Kipling Lewis

John Kipling Lewis

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