Free writing

A whiskey
With ice?
Sure
She’s looking at you
Why?
Hard to know
Not really
Why is she blind
She has good taste
And a squint
Her hair is nice
Go talk to her
Okay
Hi
Hey
Do you want to dance with the devil in the pale moon light
Your a bit of a joker
I can be if your bat woman
Sit down soldier
Nice legs
Thanks
A drink
Sure rum and coke
Cheers
Cheers
I write poems
I read some
Serious
Yeah sometimes
Who
Durkin, Heaney and kavanagh
He was a miserable fucker
In a majestic way
Let’s go
Where
Where ever the night leads
Typical man
No lets just walk
In the moonlight
By the sea
You are a poet

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