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- The Night, The Smoke, and The Tawny Port
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There was a time when she and I
Drank our wine, danced naked there,
And hop-scotched kitchen tiles.
The kitchen air, spicy once,
That stirred our bodies fluid,
Fumes from chain-smoked cigarettes
And dinners long since ruined.
She in her kitchen, I in my den,
Light up again at one a.m.,
One with our tawny ports.
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bflagsstabout 15 years agoShe in her kerchief, I in my cap, had just settled
good job overall. There's a grammar issue: "That stirred our bodies fluid," but I'm not a grammarian, so I'm not gonna make any suggestions.
