| Juice Online Poetry & Art
Publishing since 1970 | ![]() 2008 |
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Rehab Headache it’s something that’ll make me nasty. No codeine, morphine, or heroin --just an empty bin. A tattered friendship bracelet from when we first met. I hear you’re rich. That’s nice. Got all the blow money can buy. Well guess what, Ace? I ain’t high. Clear as a bell I am let me say it again, Sam. I ain’t high. Don’t even drink! So how’s that, Matt? Does my state of dry make you high? Nicolette Westfall |