first read the famous whisky waltz poem
as the loving memory of a happy kid
because i was a happy kid, mostly, and if my dad
had twirled me around, thumping time on my noggin,
i would have thought it was great, i would not have understood
the whisky, the scary scene, the danger to the child
I would have thought, "I'm hanging on! like Life!
Dad makes it so easy."
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