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Seat at the bar swiveled its suitor Courting its aroma liquid shooter
Another round passed it in smoke As the bar consumed white powder cloak
Men in their fat cigars puffing its roll While fist fly off liquid addiction decontrol
Another has fallen from grace In rose colored bottles embraced
Another round passes my addiction As my hands shake off this conviction
But another day swallowed its bottle juice Sloshing my liquid bitters seduced
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by haley27On Apr 11 12:05 PM 2007Last login August 25
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