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We Had Pillow Eyes From the Start

we had pillow eyes from the start


                                                  pass me whisky
                                                    we be frisky
                                                  you are so hot
                                                 for a shot
                                               we drink the smile
                                               veil eyes are guile
                                                our horses rein
                                              on barstool's pain
                                         our chambers are loaded
                                                to be goaded
                                             we play the role
                                            on tips and toes
                                          some, we banter
                                      laugh, as our horses canter
                                             we joke and play
                                         while our horses neigh
                                         the barship's been fun
                                          but it's time to run
                                      to take our horses to park
                                   where hedges and trees embark
                                      she gives the other suitors  a blink
                                        i follow with a knowing wink
                                          we throw barkeep a fin
                                 and leave arm and arm with wry grins


connie pachecho

2/2/17

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Date: 3/8/2017 8:30:00 PM
Oh God I love walking into a bar. : )
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Date: 3/2/2017 2:49:00 PM
I agree with Chris, this poem is different. Well done Connie.
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Date: 3/2/2017 2:31:00 PM
This has an old west feel to it with a little horsing around to boot. Nicely done Connie.
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