real west
periodic poetry
8.07.2010
1995
I drank the boat dry
My birthday
1995
Played
Little Red Corvette
I love this song
She said
It’s a great one
She smiled
I laughed and
Put the guitar down
Drank the boat dry
As I said
Stumbled home and
Fell into bed
Somewhat satisfied
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