TomCollins cocktail on Rhode Island

A time of passed away
And flower in your vase,
Then woman to explain
The sense of No and But,
Black elderflower to be ripe and raised
As share of one's need
For taste of your own drop of blood.

Rode Island and Black Jack
As african insight
Throw cards of a Straight Flush
And colors of your night
When you do never play
And strength that speaks in soul
While being never yours
Gives you a turn of goal.


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