Dangerous Combinations

cold, rainy, Monday afternoons,

thick, rich, dark glasses of Guinness,

Stevie Ray Vaughn on the jukebox, and

attractive, strong-willed, red-headed,

Irish women named Susan,

make for dangerous combinations,

so far from home,

yet they leave a sickly sweet

sensation, deep within this darkness

called a soul,

like when you were a child,

stealing forbidden cookies from

the kitchen cupboard,

wishing it would

never end;

but soon, it will all be part

of the never ending ocean,

of old memories and

forgotten stories,

that could have been,

that should have been,

but were not,

and never were;

I always was

a pushover,

for attractive,

strong-willed,

red-headed,

Irish women.

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