A bar where I don't belong
A new sign was hung outside a building near me.
'Bar now open'
I was only walking past.
It looked so homely; I thought to give it a blast.
I hurdled in with discretion to see
wallpaper of a boring, upper-class taste.A hanger for coats, bags and umbrellas loitered inside the entrance door.
I assumed that's for the comfort of dedicated or distinguished members.
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Oceans Of Ink
PoetrySheldon Sinnamon's debut 92 page poetry collection 'Oceans Of Ink' His realistic views on the nitty-gritty ways of life and love, shows some coming of age dark humour and meaningful content. He aims to be something you don't read often. "There is ce...