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Cognac
Came back home tired and sad.
Wrapped myself up in a plaid.
Opened a bottle of cognac.
Felt its warmth and a good smack...
Then...I was said
To be seen in that plaid
In three night clubs
And two Irish pubs.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
12th of April, 2013
Friday 12th April 2013 8:51 pm
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