Junkies
for Ogden Nash
Candy
Is dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.
Don't pass
on the grass
just 'cause powder
Is louder.
What just went up your nose
Everyone knows
and it's not just the Liquor
that makes you bicker.
Tickle your toes. . .
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I could live in small spaces if the wine was fruity and plentiful and I had a window facing west. All of the left over money would go to org...
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