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Sometimes a bit of wine
Can bring a relaxation
But when you pour your glass
Too full there is agitation
As all the past scars come
boiling to the surface
And tears start rolling
Down your face
There is no end to weeping
From sins you wish you never
You spent your time engaging
Will you forget them ever?
So out your soul you pour
To friends so close and dear
But they are pure and solid
Their shoulder held so near
And sobbing at the end of day
The bottle is now dried out
The tears they are all finished
Your emotions are all poured out
Upon the morning waking
You do not feel so well
But your heart is lightened
Friends helped you from your Hell


Ken Goree