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Vodka kisses & the final sigh. (Villanelle) by SupremeDreamer
Red sky & vodka kisses good-bye;
was nice talkin 'n smokin,
till our last mumbles & the final sigh.
Fatigue our bodies can not deny;
bitter 'n grim, like sin,
& morning vodka kisses good-bye.
Glasses full, yet our lips remain dry
& the sky keeps burnin
till our last mumbles & the final sigh
Time passes, stoagies start to die
& blue smoke turns thin;
our mood vodka kissed good-bye.
Brow drooped, smile quite zany & wry-
slammed the last shot of gin
before our mumbling & the final sigh.
Rubbin my sore & encrusted left eye,
as my belly starts churnin-
from red sky, vodka kisses good-bye
& bloody morning stirring my final sigh.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8421054
Weighted score: 6.7547417
Overall Rank: 456
Posted: May 4, 2004 2:03 PM PDT; Last modified: May 4, 2004 2:03 PM PDT
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The bloody morning-suggesting a bloody mary, excellent.
Over all 01.