I
I’m searching for her
Looking through the cold winter
Are you out here, love?
II
The leaves have fallen;
Mighty oaks stand brown and bare;
Ice blankets the ground.
III
Water, yeast, malts, hops:
Hey, bartender, pour us two!
Raise a glass to friends.
IV
He eats cat poop then
the puppy licks his own butt
and kisses your lips.
V
Oh how I love thee!
Strong, black, hot, and beautiful.
You get me going.
VI
The cat runs the stairs
Chasing some unknown specter
Just seen by his eyes.
VII
The wind whips and howls
Snow drifts dance in the clear air
Holy fuck it’s cold!
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