Drunkenness 3

What do you concentrate on and who do you know? Driving mother's blue Buick over a country dirt road the girl's huge tits, your ardor enough to just about weep and escape or college friendship dull, secure, to sleep. You did find your way home one late summer afternoon the shadows of the green leaves their washing sound exquisite tender sentiment neither here nor there. No putting out the fire with water pure as the rain nor petals nor ginger ale.