Trumped By Booze Poem by O Anna Niemus

Trumped By Booze



remembering parts of her past lives
she saw that she had died in a French
gutter, trumped by booze

so now this one
stays away from demon rum

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(the wonderful poems of C Ngaio Beck
sparked this remembrance)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ted Sheridan 07 June 2008

My lady were it not for rum half of the poets in the world would have never written a word. Me included....but I get the point.

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