DRUNKARD fiddlers fill your <br />legs with song, your body <br />shakes, and tumbles, then drops <br />to the floor. <br />BUT i digress, <br />BUT i digress, <br />says the wind and moon, <br />for it wasnt my fought, <br />it was the devel, and that <br />drug called booze.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-paranomal-jump-shot/
