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At the Olde Absinthe (Free verse) by Limness

Leaning over a beaten copper rail Seeking solace Sipping at an amber draft Legal here, unlike the namesake Elbows continuing the carving of marble Worn into soft wells Over years of distraction Wearied escape Wondering what the whitish elixir, Tinged an evil green As seen in that Manet Would distill in me

Christof 11-Sep-02/8:40 AM
Next time you're in Britain, you can get the real thing. And I tell you, it makes things weird. And friend of mine broke his leg in two places falling over a blade of grass having drunk absinthe, while it made me almost burn down a bar in Prague. Freaky, aniseedy, makes your eyes beady.




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