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Gin

John Hayes

I can’t forget her sexy sigh
her stiffened hip from contact sport
the sparkle of her one green eye
the time I helped her to abort.

Why must I dwell on this tonight?
I came to sip kind icy gin
not ruminate on my sad plight.
I need the phone. I want back in.

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