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Praised by a drunkard, Just when my craving for respect, From Oprah, Obama or The Queen, Seems to be all the appreciation I need, She, Walks in, Demanding demurely, hand Held out, just Two sticks. Her praise almost makes me cry – she is so dignified tight dress not too tight, just so – Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply. Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime, And she wrangles, A full pack of cigarettes from me, Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured, Brandy glass and, An Orange Juice, Placed just so, Always good practise to keep a spare, Packet of cigarettes in the car. I am still laughing.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Praise
Praised by a drunkard, Just when my craving for respect, From Oprah, Obama or The Queen, Seems to be all the appreciation I need, She, Walks in, Demanding demurely, hand Held out, just Two sticks. Her praise almost makes me cry – she is so dignified tight dress not too tight, just so – Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply. Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime, And she wrangles, A full pack of cigarettes from me, Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured, Brandy glass and, An Orange Juice, Placed just so, Always good practise to keep a spare, Packet of cigarettes in the car. I am still laughing.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
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