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MILLE E TRE

I start to forget which stories I've told.
The wine is a kind of buffing agent; I have
It on good authority now is the time
To rack up sordid memories but all I blush at's
Having mentioned beauty. That there are
So many I could have told myself would mean
There is none. The general girl experience
I'm kidding myself I'm sharing is mild
Interrogatives and entertainment; what
Don't I think I'm doing? I don't know
But I do know the one rule's not to say
I don't know. A casting call and I'm
The cattle. An adventure and I'm half
The treasure. An urge to get out there.
Oh I'm out there all right. Just not all night.