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My Rival Is In a Silver Flask

He reaches for his genie in a silver flask "Oh Yeah...do me babeeee"- he laughs His every wish is her every command And he is her true and devoted man She is so fluid and so golden brown So smooth and so warm, going down He's two sheets in the wind by early mid day "That's how we do it, everyday" - he says My rival is in that silver flask Uhg... and who can compete with that? - I ask By: Joan M. Peranteau (c) 2015 This is NOT my experience

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James Peranteau

Date: 3/27/2015 11:09:00 AM

I conquer with Kim Sis. And so many souls are trying to express this demise. You have perked the little gnome in many a soul's e'brain ! Good write Joan ! Have a wonderful day......much love, your bro james....P.S...I sent you Soup-mail in regard this write.

Joanmarie Peranteau
Date: 2/17/2019 7:18:00 PM

Thank you, my brother the awesome poet.

Kp Nunez

Date: 3/9/2015 10:31:00 AM

Hi Joan. You tackled alcoholism, a serious issue in a light manner. It delivers no less an impact. I like this style. Will be back for some more later. A 7. :) Kim

Joanmarie Peranteau
Date: 3/9/2015 10:34:00 PM

and thank you for your rating this write.

Joanmarie Peranteau
Date: 3/9/2015 10:30:00 PM

Thank you Kim for reading and commenting. You are spot on with your comment.