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brown lick her
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cast i'm lost in gin
tomorrow
my liver will
be as tender
as your kiss
let's say
i sent you poems
with postage due
two cents an envelope
and inside each a thought
a tender thought
so it is worth more than one
copper lincoln
whatever
i have pinched lime
into the juniper mix
we could share
brown whiskey
or scotch or bourbon and
my chops could juice you up
like the romance distillery
maybe me
like loose change
could spin around on the floor
coloring inside the tan lines
maybe you could be
more than receptive to me
maybe you could be on the floor
spinning like a quarter
like two bits with me
