It's just a New York night in lower manhattan
nineteen twenty nine december time
this place has been dry for over eight years
but for the last two months the bars have opened
and oh boy do they sell some crisp cold beers
There I meet my girl
her with the sparkles in her eyes
that crazy girl
who loves so well
my flimflam flapper
She is a goddess of con tricks
a purveyor of ***** play
yet she is near freedoms reach
she does not care if you call her
by her flapper name
queen *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
It's just a New York night in lower manhattan
nineteen twenty nine december time
this place has been dry for over eight years
but for the last two months the bars have opened
and oh boy do they sell some crisp cold beers
There I meet my girl
her with the sparkles in her eyes
that crazy girl
who loves so well
my flimflam flapper
She is a goddess of con tricks
a purveyor of ***** play
yet she is near freedoms reach
she does not care if you call her
by her flapper name
queen *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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