a juke box hero
elegant junk
the fair Miss Frigidaire
this morning you look like a tree full of owls
it's a dilly
little toddy for the body
you put away a gang of wine last night
weird and wonderful things with various healing waters
until you run out of grandmothers
boy she was yar
the brightwork
the fat old rumpot
the easy virtue
just collecting expressions
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