Most ferocious are
the rallies as Gasquett downs
the long famed Roddick
With her shapely hips,
her pear breasts and carefree ways,
Anna's desert rain
With a smile and a
wave, he left me for his road...
one more fleeting friend
With Christ-like kindness
the Thai whore strapped my sandals
on my drunken feet
With focus now gone,
I once played elegant chess
in a coffee-house
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