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Published:June 11th, 2008 15:41 EST
Bartender

Bartender

By David Richardson

I spend my wrought iron time

Imposed,

And re-filling one`s decline.

Tired and unimpressed

With the world`s most insipid confessions;

Without arrest.

Books, discourse, enlightenment,

All fall

By the light,

That was missed once again.