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[aid] => mick
[title] => Neat/'/n Easy
[time] => 2020-01-04 20:23:22
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => This is an intriguing city;
though congested as an
old lunger, sanctuary
is easy.
Taverns hunt in packs
through litter laden
Los Angeles, and
rare few shelve my hooch -
so simple to find
back home.
ahh…
Mesquite scented summers
beckon me, but
so extended was my absence,
it is hard
to call myself a
Texan anymore.
So, I’ll double my
Turkey tonight -
neat’n easy…
neat’n easy…
and be grateful that a
familiar whiskey exists
where ever I choose
to drink it.
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