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The Genie
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We’ve all seen those ships in a bottle Those olden works of art We’ve marveled at the workmanship That went into each tiny part We praise the skill that put them there We enjoy the novelty But those tiny ships in the bottle Hold no mystery for me You see, I’ve lived my life in a bottle Oh, a different thing you say But like those ships in the bottle I’m in there every day You can find my in any barroom Just look in any bottle of rye That’s me you see in the bottom The man with the tear in his eye If you wonder now how I came to be The man in a bottle of booze Sit down and buy me a drink, my friend If you have a few minutes to lose I’ll tell you a story of the artistry That went into this deed Of making from a healthy, happy man A genie who can’t be freed I once was married with children, a wife A job I did well each day I know what you’re thinking now my man What more could I want, you say I never touched the bottle back then Oh, perhaps a sip of wine Until that faithless wife one day Ran off with a friend of mine I’ve never seen my children since I suppose I never will And so I learned this art of drink And found those bottles I fill I crawl inside them and hide away From the world that did me wrong But first they must be emptied, my friend Drink up….the night is long ©July 1982
I ran across some poetry i wrote when i was a teenager and other than the fact that i didn't know how to write without rhyming, i was fascinated by how little my subjects have changed.

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Reviewed by J John (Reader)

Reviewed on May 22, 2002

Enjoyed this write :)... j

Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)

Reviewed on May 22, 2002

Hi Sue.
I remember you writing some lovely stuff in rhyme.
Think there is may be, to many bottles in this one,maybe tipple or something to break it up more.
Still excellent.
Morchuis

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell

Reviewed on May 22, 2002

You were born to write. Good stuff then too.

Love, Janet xoxoxo

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell

Reviewed on May 22, 2002

Truth is ageless.

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