Luke Smith Poems

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1.
New Year's

Blind drunk, out-shouting New York,
You dance on tables and shriek
At strangers and keep your angel near.
Until that silver comet strikes the square
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2.
I Still Call It Fate

10 years! And still the perfect host, keeping
The drinks flowing as I drunkenly proclaim
To anyone who'll hear that we will name
Our boy after that 50s actor. My 'creeping
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