Salsa Blue Poem by Pierre Rausch

Salsa Blue



I often wonder how it could be
When you walk two or three steps
Not to embrace, hold tree
Be careful, we haven't got much
Valid execution, grease
She doesn't like dragsters
She goes to bed a bit tipsy
And all the temptation
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That last glass of whine
Different size, same grade
They would answer and promise
Viable, execution... err... well founded
That last glass of whine
Parrots in sleep, don’t drink
Execute me
Acquaintance cyan
Domino - two or three steps
Gargantuan Lottery
She’ll promise the cascades
She goes to bed a bit tipsy
When you walk two or three steps
Not to embrace, hold them
Be careful, wait at pour
(she’s) never sure in this
To sigh and cuddle
Passage & cashier
Different size, same grade

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