strange that there are three people in that. as i just wrote the below 20 minutes ago. MY CHERRIES!!!
I've picked the cherries that are 1991, 97, and 03,
they've been sitting too long in some fermented liquid.
Rot, pickle, and ooze. Dutiful titles.
Place them on the table bartender. So that I may choose the drink
that drinks their essence.
A lesson, yes they stink.
Three provisions, and
Oh!
how I shall let them last,
these cherries of the past.
Who whilst pickling,
allowed my tickling
like a tied up lad tweaking
gripping for the jesus-green bottle across the room.
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