Delicious Sin
I drink shots of Victory Gin,
A drunken stupor, I can't stop
Sipping his delicious sin,
I drink shots of Victory Gin.
He pours it smooth, with a grin,
I swallow him, every drop!
I drink shots of Victory Gin
A drunken stupor, I can't stop.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-29 at 04:28
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