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Main › Poem Archives › Drink I fell in love with a dry martini But now she`s gone And passed away... Or rather, passed right through me. After that, I drank some coffee So momentarily I found sobriety She made me high She gave me kicks She made me ill I was only six! © 1989 Peter Hughes. Sent by Pete Hughes
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