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uld not win</p><p id="f50d">Additional poetry published on Medium by <a href="https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B08M35QPSN">Christopher Madsen</a></p><div id="66de" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/mornings-requiem-1e2ef3ed1855"> <div> <div> <h2>Mornings Requiem</h2> <div><h3>a spiritual poem on resetting your space.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*kKcQ6menhsvAxY25gSmJGQ.jpeg
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A woman who liked vodka and gin She drank on the date with a grin The taste was too much In sickness, she flushed Her date for the night would not win
Additional poetry published on Medium by Christopher Madsen
