By Gala
Date: 21 February 2000
Local Brew
You hit me like a shot
of the stuff they poured
in a Greenwhich Village pub,
that didn't seem that potent,
didn't taste that strong,
and left me cocksure and smiling.
Then I tried to get up,
stupidly tried to walk
and realised that someone had
stolen my legs---or maybe my will.
You go to my head
like the ouzo
they pour on Mykyanos
that leaves you breathless
and dreaming
on an impossibly blue sea.
Oh you warm me, you warm me.
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