Well before my unrequested transfer to this particular lovely outpost,
I was fully aware of the meanings of distance and gin joint,
a place of business vending spirits, often clear and distilled versions.
Now I hear it's become risky to rear one's gentle head
in salons of genteel brutes, in places of odd commerce.
The roots of cognizance can be tricky.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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