Submitted by loppolouie
The tale of a night I’d rather forget.
Someone’s name inked on my back.
To much drink a whiskey called Jack.
A blaze a haze into the night.
But night has forgiven me.
A family crest.
A shield of arms.
A love never known.
A hate bred of seed.
A fruit of unknown mystery.
All along The Thames, a joy the river brings.
Light brings in another life form.
Continued.
The Tale
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