Issue
 #22 

July
2012


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a poem by G Emil Reutter

Bar Stool Wisdom

He always sat
on the stool to
my left.
Full of wisdom
and bourbon
he always
had advice
on love, life
baseball and
even kids.

He didn't have
any kids, went
home to an
empty house,
drank his money
never attended
a ball game.

© by G Emil Reutter
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012