spoke joe to jack... (10) by E. E. Cummings
spoke joe to jack
leave her alone she's not your gal
jack spoke to joe 's left crashed pal dropped
o god alice yells but who shot up grabbing had by my throat me
give it him good a bottle she quick who stop damned fall all we go spill
and chairs tables the and bitch whispers jill mopping too bad
dear sh not yet jesus what blood
darling i said
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