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Poems and Rants
Later

Intimate conversations at three A.M. in the morning
While deranged individuals hurl insults at the fire
Roasting whole notes on an open hearth
They dance and cavort with misaligned wheelbases in tow

Too late we forget the sleep forged in the restless hours
while the gray dawn sneaks up behind our backs
The liquor tastes full bodied and everyone looks rather sickly