How does one recognize and concede <br />that one has a penchant for a small taste <br />that's grown inexplicably, into a larger one? <br /> <br />'He has a weakness, ' it is said without a <br />shread of knowledge, 'cept the perception <br />that anyone who drinks, is a drunk - <br />destined to the damnation of alcoholism. <br /> <br />Might as well have one for the road then?<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abbey-lubber/
