Every damn day
she professes her love
for the drink right there,
in the open street; Alas!
Yet, I must become
a beggar on the corner
holdin' a sign that reads;
will do a trick or two just for
a hug or a kiss from you. But hell,
my soles are worn from the travels
I've made to get a wink, the drink
didn't seduce you into.
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