standing shoulder to shoulder
talking life and this cold cold weather
persons passing by, begs a cigarette this one guy
another follows in his wake
rappin wacky, seeming straight
maybe it was just our licked up state
we're all cool so it stays engaged
give a nod to design, balls stacked in an xmas fir line
color comments, pink and red
night light changes the look
the well-acquainted lady said
back to the sir, tiger's name on his breath
with martini and riesling on the rest
"you know i have this doctor friend"
"says there's only nuff blood to operate but one head"
laughter, we'd all heard it before
toasted "to not being stupid" at the outset of our fun
then a question "how can we know the other one?"
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