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Nov 19
You're my whiskey sour,
my gin and tonic.
You've got the power
to make me crazy
for you.
Slurring my words,
I can't speak.
I'm feeling high;
no longer blue.
I'm walking funny;
I'm falling for you.
Falling down
that rabbit hole.
Take my broken pieces;
make me whole.
I'll take the hangover;
you're my aspirin, too.
****-faced drunk;
drunk with love for you.
Pardon me; I wrote this while ****t-faced drunk.
Scarlet McCall
Written by
Scarlet McCall  San Rafael
(San Rafael)   
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