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Drinking
With Bukowski And Irving Layton
She was there,
He was elsewhere,
Miles apart,
Both horny as toads
But they called it
Lonely,
Too educated,
Too sophisticated,
Perhaps too shy
To come right out
And say what
Every sailor knows,
Everyone needs
A good fuck at
Times
To get the juices
Flowing, some
Puff into the sails
In order
To move on out
Of the doldrums.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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