The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Smoke Detector

I stood there naked in the hall 
Bleary-eyed, as you
Screeched out your fury
I could be on fire for you
But all you do is belch smoke
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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July 5, 2014 at 7:11 AM
I like this AE....move away from the black smoke...hugs Tim
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