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A Message From the Sixteenth President Concerning Death, His Son, and AlcoholI’ve lead this nation through its greatest / Civil unrest, / Like the last hand left clapping at
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Dec 25, 2011
PanesIf my eyes are windows, / i'd prefer them latched shut, / not with sleep, or drunkenness,
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Dec 25, 2011
Sad and True, Satin BlueSprawled on her twin bed, hungover, this story’s sad and true, / She is an early morning Whippoorwill, I an impotent worm, / The sheets, satin blue; her shower, comforting and warm,
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Dec 25, 2011
Two O'clock TangoWe came, we saw, we kicked its ass, / We left the room, went to my full bed, / And within minutes, your head,
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Dec 25, 2011
Whiskey, WhiskersOne night, after she had one too many whiskey sours, / We sat on her beige couch, her legs sprawled over mine, / Swimming in a world of spins, beady eyes boasting sobriety,
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Dec 25, 2011
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