Slow down,
uptown man.
Stay and chat
with this downtown brat.
Whisky, liquid gold,
makes one bold.
The bar is free,
drinks on me.
I know nothing
of Greek classics,
but somehow I think
uptown,
they're barasic lint
of emotion.
My devotions.
you're slumming it
and I'm humming
a familiar tune.
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