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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Still Want To Go Down On You, ...., Oh Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wonderfully warm suppliant: <br>Now that I am drunk, and probably shouldn’t<br>Be writing anything. Yes, I should shut up, <br>And look at pictures of you, down the well<br>Of high school, with your tawny legs, <br>Shaved and brown like the elbows of trees; <br>But, as you can see, I am writing anyways, <br>Even if you or anyone else is reading this.<br>If you do, it will make me laugh, now that everything<br>Is thoroughly maudlin: I am neither as ugly as I<br>Fear, nor as handsome as your drunken expectations<br>Might have hopes. I am drunk, and it is Halloween, <br>And I am thirty; and I am published, by the great <br>Philanthropic arm of the queen’s navy, and undoubtedly<br>You are making lovely eyes with your patrons, or <br>Whoever you are with. I love you, and I thought<br>About writing you and telling you that, but <br>I am not as stupid as you might hope, nor am I <br>Emily Dickenson holding to the arm of her newly <br>Procured husband as they are floating down the Nile, <br>Or anywhere else: My great uncle made fun of my thesis, <br>But he is a liberal judge, and a c*nt; and now I am<br>Published: yahoo, and anyway, and anyway, like I said: <br>I am drunk, and not as handsome as you might expect, <br>And now I am listening to Jack White spew extemporaneously: <br>And he is rather quite good, given all the possibilities, <br>And even if we grew up in Wellington, we loved the true <br>Happenstance of sunrise of bankruptcy and exports: <br>Now that I’ve said that, I should laugh and play a video game.<br>I am only 1/64th Jewish, so I don’t mind where I park: <br>Today, a woman came with a summons for my father, <br>Because he has too many horses, but what do you expect? <br>I’m bone broke, but that is a lie, because I have $150,000, <br>And I want to go down on you, Erin: I want to go down on<br>You, Erin, because you are the only thing which is real. <br>Now pay attention, because I love you, <br>And you shall survive forever in my voice, if it should<br>Survive forever; and I want to buy you a house and live with<br>You for sometime in it, if you should still have the eyes which fancy<br>A kiss from me: <br>But like I said, I am drunk, so I do not know if <br>This is true, but I know who you are, because I <br>Have painted you in my novels like a salacious virgin, <br>And let you swim in my grottoes, <br>Because I love you, or the theory of your thighs<br>Opening like heavenly doors: <br>But what now should I write, in order to procure you, <br>Except that I love you, and when I look at pictures<br>Of you it makes me swell: <br>I love you, or the theory of your impermanence; <br>And I am sure I always will<br>(Which makes a rhyming couplet.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q>
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Now that I am drunk, and probably shouldn’t
Be writing anything. Yes, I should shut up, 
And look at pictures of you, down the well
Of high school, with your tawny legs, 
Shaved and brown like the elbows of tree..."></div>
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