One Minute!
No, please, don't tell me all
Your trouble,
I have my own,
Whiskey on the double,
You can't hear...I don't beer!
Get off! Sweat loaf!
Out of my wall
Did not see all, your sex-nimal,
So I delet
I live to be...I be to live
You, life to brag
Say one bag, and tag
Your bra
Lost none, you've done
One minute in Mardi-grass.
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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