jerry hughes - ABBEY LUBBER

How does one recognize and concede
that one has a penchant for a small taste
that's grown inexplicably, into a larger one?

'He has a weakness, ' it is said without a
shread of knowledge, 'cept the perception
that anyone who drinks, is a drunk -
destined to the damnation of alcoholism.

Might as well have one for the road then?

jerry hughes

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