arrrr black az pitch

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                   'tiz 
         not mine dialect
        'tiz the thick this
                coffee

          past mine lips
                it slid
                thick
               slowly
        unto the back uv
             that thar
          dangly thing
          in my throat
           too thick to
                 spit
             i choked

                yarrrr
        at three bucks 
               the cup
          no room for
          cheeze cake
          mine gullet
  stuffed to mine teeth

           the coffee
          the waitress
           the     pitch
                gulp
            bitumen
   greasy         grog
              spoon
               yuck
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