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Make: NIKON CORPORATION
Model: NIKON D70s
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F Number: F/5.6
Focal Length: 40 mm
Date Picture Taken: Sep 23, 2007, 1:06:20 PM
Submitted: Oct 2, 2007
File Size: 3.9 MB
Image Size: 164 KB
Resolution: 800×547
Comments: 37
Favourites & Collections: 29 [who?]
Views
Total: 600
Today: 0
Downloads
Total: 6
Today: 0
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Picture
Make: NIKON CORPORATION
Model: NIKON D70s
Shutter Speed: 10/1250 second
F Number: F/5.6
Focal Length: 40 mm
Date Picture Taken: Sep 23, 2007, 1:06:20 PM
Artist's Comments
Alcohol Anonymous
By Richard George
I am a clever enemy.
I am always one step up on you:
when you say two, I am three, and four.
I always have the right excuse,
the watertight alibi;
the disarming confession.
There is always a more charitable conclusion.
I am the patron saint
of actors, and confidence tricksters,
of those you like who are not your friend.
And I am not your friend.
I shall slur the tongue of my nemesis,
dim her eyes and dull her ears,
I shall turn her wrath to contentment
and her chiselled marble features
into red and rustic.
I am a disease
that feels like rude good health;
a central nervous system depressant
that makes you forget you are tired,
a last resort that feels like Plan A.
I am a clever enemy,
and one you will never defeat:
the best that you can hope for
is exile from my house of love
and sad celibacy.
***
Poem's source : [link]
By Richard George
I am a clever enemy.
I am always one step up on you:
when you say two, I am three, and four.
I always have the right excuse,
the watertight alibi;
the disarming confession.
There is always a more charitable conclusion.
I am the patron saint
of actors, and confidence tricksters,
of those you like who are not your friend.
And I am not your friend.
I shall slur the tongue of my nemesis,
dim her eyes and dull her ears,
I shall turn her wrath to contentment
and her chiselled marble features
into red and rustic.
I am a disease
that feels like rude good health;
a central nervous system depressant
that makes you forget you are tired,
a last resort that feels like Plan A.
I am a clever enemy,
and one you will never defeat:
the best that you can hope for
is exile from my house of love
and sad celibacy.
***
Poem's source : [link]
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