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A few drinks
And the story of her life
Spewed forth
In murky currents of emotion
Polluting the air around
like her cheap perfume
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
5/11/2011 |
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| Yep, and none of that matters as long as she can take someone home tonight. I've seen this seen so many, many times. |
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