A bottle of milk and a bottle of whiskey
Both is to drink but the other for a baby
Which do you prefer miss?
Tell me that I might give you bliss.
But no, this isn’t about the drink
Open your eyes and blink
A child wouldn’t go for an alcohol
It tastes bitter, Mama he’ll probably call
An adult can go for the milk
Offer a bottle, he wouldn’t mind, I think
But no, this isn’t about the glass of something
Free your senses, you might get the feeling
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Hiatus result.
Another unfinished poem, an unworthy compensation for the months I am out of the blogging world.
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