i remember fondly

the piquant taste of scotch

the spirit of my yesteryear

now haunting my dreams

rich to the tongue

poor to the throat

saviour of our marriage

destroyer of our love

the bottles beating heart

like a metronomic diary

of my downfall

but see how i rise

from ashes and anonymity

to stake my claim

as husband, father

a smokeless p...

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