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Mar 01, 2025
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Little Miss Maelstrom
She was whiskey and rain,
with no allusions about their nature.
Two or three ounces
kept the world at bay,
but the storms were always a cascade
of water and spray without redress.
— Michael Anthony, Mar 01, 2025
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Polished draft
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Geezer
1 year 4 months ago
Sounds like...
a lady from New Orleans. A lonely singer from Bourbon St. Yep... ~ Geez.
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Michael Anthony
1 year 4 months ago
Thanks Geez! She wasn't from
Thanks Geez! She wasn't from Bourbon Street, but she sure liked liked her libations.
Cheers
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