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Drunk |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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She flung my jacket on the bunk bed, And as though shocked, She said, “You aren’t even drunk yet, Come take a shot!” She pulled two cups, without delay, Out of the cupboard, And filled them both about half-way With Southern Comfort. The two of us sought love and warmth In mid-October, I swore to her “From this day forth, I won’t be sober.” Each night since then, I’m drinking her Sweet voice and laughter... I’m drunk with love and I defer The morning after. For all the lonely hearts out there With sullen faces, Go out and drink, there’s love to spare... Get ***ing wasted! Go drink her eyes, her hands, her scent, The color of her lipstick. Life is so gorgeous when you get A little tipsy... Check out my poetry here: |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes, it sure is  |
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Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
Dont mind If i do  whatup |
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