can you remember
that time we danced through the night?
no? neither do I.
wear a reminder
on your left hand ring finger
of all we’ve been through.
i cannot recall
the last time you held me close
perhaps i am old.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Very clever!
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Thank you!
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pretty sweet
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Gracias.
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