My mind, a melody of mayhem
mapped to find only mishap
My meds, ineffective missiles
mining the mire of misery
My missive, muddled misdirection
muting the hopes of tomorrow
©04/2019
My Mood
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
My mind, a melody of mayhem
mapped to find only mishap
My meds, ineffective missiles
mining the mire of misery
My missive, muddled misdirection
muting the hopes of tomorrow
©04/2019
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
The consonance of M is strong.
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Too strong, perhaps?
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Nope, just great.
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Thank you … much.
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Alliteration!!! Loved it.
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Thank you. I needed to do something to rid me of that mood.
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