Winter’s anta
buse
Poetry intoxicates
The tears of my muse
© 2011 Michael Yost
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like this..the antabuse of the muse, poetry…bkm
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Thanks for your comment and visit!
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Okay, so I had to look up the word “antabuse” 😀 Great words – poetry certainly does intoxicate! xx
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I had to look it up too when I got a script for it.. ..smiles.. Years ago tho.
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