spoke joe to jack
leave her alone
she’s not your gal
jack spoke to joe
‘s left crashed
pal dropped
o god alice
yells but who shot
up grabbing had
by my throat me
give it him good
a bottle she
quick who stop damned
fall all we go spill
and chairs tables the and
bitch whispers jill
mopping too bad
dear sh not yet
jesus what blood
darling i said
(E. E. Cummings)
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