Poem: Vodka

Posted on by Earl Grey

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  1. Liked the fine spill.Yes, night is day in a dream glass novel, a symphony for the deaf deft daft’s agenda jumping on lean alchemy bandwagons of potatoes distilled to stillness highfalutin or not, but calories are like cats — you can’t herd them for a purpose.

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Published by Earl Grey

An extraordinary man who sees this world in a different dimension, then write it to paper which then transcends to written mention. Thank you for allowing your mind to travel with The Poet's Station. 1Luv