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To My Bartender
Night after night
You serve me
Pint after pint
You greet me with a smile
And I stay for awhile
As lines start to blur
And my words begin to slur
Feeling start to stir
I begin to wonder what you look like under your dress
And how your skin would feel to caress
And if maybe,
Maybe you would dance with me in the yellow moonlight
On this starless night
As clouds drift by and I drift into you
As one we would be
But alas,
I see the bottom of my glass
You ask me if I want another
I can think of none other
I’d like to see night after night
This is to you, my bartender
poem
by
Andrew Carson
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