WINE AND GATES

Ice For Your Drink, Tuxedo On The More

whisky says hello, in your dreams...
gin took a look, and kept your smile...
vermouth has a cricket, for the question to seem...
scotch says the obvious, answer the truth that will...

pewter
and the crowd to cheer
doesn't cure hemorrhoids!
and a kick in the head, were...

a fate in the thoughts of tomorrow, wouldn't
the lovers of anguish know the finite truth to a doll
know the livelihood of a battle in the naieve stare, of sugar
of a blessed unction to fend for the nature of heaven and hell, extoll

wine, the flames of purgatory?
beer, the bidding of a sally forth toward the table of honor
saki, the terror of senses alive with must's history
tequila, the rage of angels and the beckoning of the devil, is all and a valor?

in the time of a justified kiss on the ankle of the world
the still sane nature of steel and the tell tale copper of destiny
will, the reasons of couldn't the myth of depends save the things of youth?
powers come been, gain the neglect of urgency with a fire's infamy?

notice it, you'd rather have the hemorrhoids...
where the talking of a dragon is a lucre to the heed, of jealousy
truth in the space of one step across the line, thank you Hur from the bible
the burdening tongue of simpler way of demoralized such, it's your...
 


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