Non-Erotic Poetrysleep overI know a girl
of silken thighs
who, what, where, when
and whys,
She and I
are sometimes friends
each of us
to different ends,
I visited her
last night with wine
we had a pretty
damn good time,
I spent the night
too sauced to drive
slipped out of bed
and left at five ...
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