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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.