Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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It is Still not Write to Drink and Drive
Before you venture on to read this poem, I wanted to clarify that this is more or less a remixed version of an earlier poem that I wrote entitled "It is Never Write to Drink and Drive." For whatever reason, I could not let the ideas in that poem go. I felt confident enough to publish it, but I kept going back to edit it as I did not have the willpower to leave it alone. Those who are poets can sympathize. I'm hoping that, by doing a different version, I'll finally be able to scratch the itch this poem has been causing me to feel. Anyway, Enjoy!