Almost Down at The Gold Duster Poem by T.L. Toadvine

Almost Down at The Gold Duster

We were drunker
Than Hell
Cuttin' the rug
I almost fell

But you held me up
Before i could hit the floor

We were dancing
While the band took a break
Who could ask for more?

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