Tonight will not be here tomorrow. The bottle will still be here, barring accident or injury. Just like ourselves. But tonight will not be here tomorrow. And for that I grieve. Another round then, and a toast to the night. We will miss you when you’re gone.
Thursday’s Poem – Tonight will not be here tomorrow
Thursday’s Poem – Poetry
I thought about posting a poem I wrote. Never done it before, at least not that I can remember. And why not just post one? I’ve got a few of the little bastards sitting around, both on paper and in my head. Tonight is as good as any other night. Here goes: Poetry What I Read the full article…
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