The Day I Bought a Shot Glass
The day i bought a new shot glass
I wondered what happened to all my shot glasses
I remember one that looked like a wooden barrel my favorite
and the others what happened to them
I could feel the cold evening I could hear the footsteps behind me
I could hear the brushes in the sky painting the evening
I heard you wink your eye as you fastened rings on your ears
and brushing back your hair as if no one cared except you
The next day i bought you a new dresss
a courtesy in the mirror is what it cost My throat sore coughing sneezing the cold wind will hurt and the
rain I pulled into the liquor store bought some brandy and a shot glass.
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