Cognac Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
Cognac
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Came back home tired and sad.
Wrapped myself up in a plaid.
Opened a bottle of cognac.
Felt its warmth and a good smack...
Then...I was said
To be seen in that plaid
In three night clubs
And two Irish pubs.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
12th of April,2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
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4/26/2024 4:10:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Then...I was said To be seen in that plaid In three night clubs And two Irish pubs.' Why? What is its relation with taking the cognac?