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Sep 2014
You spoke
  Hands on my hips
   Threw luscious
       Fingertips
  And malt
Flavored lips
   Always
      Only after
                       One
                            Two
                         Many
                               Sips

               What lies  
           In the lines  
       Had been spilt
            Many times      
                   Threw
          Lush's lips
   & *****
Fingertips
              Only
                      Ever
                          After
                      One  
                           Two  
                      Many
                           Sips
MaryJane Doe
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MaryJane Doe  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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