As she fled
Across the seven borders
Hand over a fifty
Sipping the piccolo
Moet that is
Friends we were
Italian too
Flash your hair
Belly dance
My frenzy
Into the walls
Hold me tight
Tween your nipples
I’m a cripple
Lost without a clue
There are so few
Missed a step
Faced it up
And scrounged
Cork screw
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