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Sep 2019
Pour another
Gin and T!
Soak in the din.
Sins sung phase into crescendo,
laughs leave our chests and wallets open.
It's just alcohol for dinner, tonight.
What? No lime!

God, I thought I was grown up.
Written by
B Morgan Talbot  F/new york
(F/new york)   
308
   Fawn and B D Caissie
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