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To my darling Ulyssa ---


The wine doesn’t taste

Like it’s going down

Quite right with

The words I ate 

My bout with Tourette's 

Nearly did us in

You fainted and

I felt the same way

We had a saying

Have fun, get laid, don’t die

But now you got a new saying

Get rich or try dying 

Our salad days

Our old malaise

Our chillest wave

Lost in the night 

Like our black flipflops are

The one you love 

Lusting after the whole world 

And he’s so tickled

Pink with himself 

And the wild drunk dogs

Howl his name 

In cargo shorts from

The front lawn

But they’re no match 

For you now




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