And sometime drink whiskey with me
so that I'll tell you of
my cache of collected words
secretly carefully
plucked
from someone's grandfather's mouthtrap. That Old Jawing Slit.
absquatulate, bafflegab, zograscope.
Or I'll tell you other nonsense, lies, as the night flees headlong on.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
And sometime drink whiskey with me
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