poem

ive numbed the brain with a remedy
to cool the draft from under the door
tears poor from my skin from dry eyes
every sound is there to be heard
as thoughts are processed
a trigger of anger with a control on time
a wee remedy and a bottle a wine
[my words lee smillie]

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