The better it gets

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    The better it gets
    I took a scroll in the night looking for a sign and i stombled across this fine glass of wine, i wanted to take a sip but she said my brother please take your time, i knew then i had to get on my grind, but i i simply said baby thats fine,man! this woman sure is a dime, is it her sexy curves thats making me so blind,if i say i didnt want her you know for a fact that im lien, put something in her to penetraite her spine,im sure that there is more to this bright sunshine,exscuse me miss can i have a sip of your wine. by Alpheus W.Wilson

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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