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Feb 2015
do you want my coat, lady
would you like my shoes, mister
can i buy you a cup of hot coffee
    laced with bourbon, of course
actually
then you wouldn't need my coat
   or my shoes
for the warmth of the *****
will keep you comfy cozy
   and lost
in the hazy familiar
of an alcoholic mind
   you call home.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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