i might have known had i thought of it sooner. i was at a bar with a very special friend, just a drink to be had, just a night to entertain. i saw her floundering in the corner with such a look upon her face. she had it written on her belly like a character dreamt by our latest dr. seuss. she had a look of young bewilderment, she seemed a stranger in the place, and like all productive magistrate, she came to us for to wait. She was one of the kindreds in a land from just our own, she was a gracious host and bugger, she knew the names of which we'd grown.
As for poetics, i lack great judgement and detail, and as for memory even worse, but when it come to talk and manners, i do my very best.
She was one of our kind, she was one of our kind.
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