took a three-mississippi sip.
my Mr. Jones when I’d get my Jones Jones.
language, he says, it’s gotten so stark.
into a cab to his pad where we got down
sake. Me and Stewie, we’d rendezvous, we
bastard? Much & too much & too soon.
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