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  • what i saw tonight
    was this,
    a man slurring his words
    standing at the register
    after me
    asking for st agnes brandy,
    the ten dollar bottle,
    i could smell his breath,
    and when i walked away
    i began to wonder,
    he seemed like
    a decent sort of guy
    but was in no condition
    to drive,
    i went to my car
    and began to imagine
    what his world might be like,
    what compelled him
    to seek refuge in a bottle
    and i felt for him
    and later wondered
    did they serve him?
    he was obviously drunk
    he was obviously trying
    to hold it all together
    and for that i could feel him
    it felt like remembered sadness...
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