by Sue Hess
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
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No, I'm still a teetotaler, haven't had a drink in years, written from memory - well not quite, not a week goes by that i dont' dream of drinking, not a day that i don't think about it.
Its not the bottle I told him
The bottle itself has no hold over me
Pour the rum in a decanter
Or even into a kitchen pot
And I will still want to drink it
Problem with the bottle
Not I, I swore, I have never
Taken a drink from the bottle
Always civilized, I pour
I mix and I stir
Lady-like I sip, but never
Ever from the bottle
Iím a lady, I sip from a glass
Right up to the moment
I fall flat on my ass
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|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|Excellent, Sue: your write the malady well. ~~Bonnie Q|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Excellant write! Perfect ending!|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|An outstanding, very powerful piece
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
THIS IS A GRTEAT WRITE
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|This is a great write, Sue. Your memory tends to be sharp if you've done this before. I've got liquor left from my wedding in 1984. Like you I rarely drink, but I remember doing so.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|excllent write, sue! well done! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Sounds like you've conquered your thirst; and a very good write!|
|Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)
|Packs a powerful punch Sue...great writing!