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The Shade of a Swizzle Stick Version 2
The shade of a swizzle stick frightened the drunk
Who's head bowed down in shivers of funk
Like leaves that cool when shriveled 'till shrunk
To swizzle our sticks in cool ice junk
Dum Drunken man with lids; his dreams
Erase each moment in flickers and seams
Won't die 'till morning; eyes form beams
When memories left forget it seems.
~The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick
Copyright ©
Trevor Mcleod
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