Poem: Vodka

2 thoughts on “Poem: Vodka

  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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