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Whiskey Sours

Gone the naked whiskey sours at night
with a touch of class, thinking
how can I get over this
when life is such a patch
with no kisses to catch
or dreams to leave me breathless
just a cup of unflavored coffee
gone the naked whiskey sours at night
adagio
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