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Three Bottles of Dowry

I bought you Three bottles of dowry The Barman is my witness Then you staggered away Leaving me on bended knee You called out Mama and fled Clutching on the chronicles On a Sunday midnight when we roam What brought you to the bar I bought you three!

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Date: 10/26/2020 2:52:00 AM
Nice poem Peter..
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