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Ann Lauigner (1948-Present) Marvell Noir Sweetheart, if we had the time, A week in bed would be no crime. I'd light to your Camels, pour your Jack; You'd do shiatsu on my back. When you got up to scramble eggs, I'd write you a sonnet to your legs, And you could watch my stubble grow. Yes, gorgeous, we'd take it slow. I'd hear the whole sad tale again: A roadhouse band; you can't trust men; He set you up; you had to eat, And bitter with the bittersweet Was what they dished you; Ginger lied; You weren't there when Sanchez died; You didn't know the pearls were fake. . . Aw, can it, sport! Make no mistake, You're in it, doll, up to your eyeballs! Tears? Please! You'll dilute our highballs, And make that angel face a mess For the nice Lieutenant. I confess I'm nuts for you - but take the rap? You must think I'm some other sap! And, precious, I kind of wish I was. Well, when they spring you, give a buzz; Guess I'll get back to Archie's wife. And you'll get twenty-five to life. You'll have time then, more than enough, To reminisce about the stuff That dreams are made of, and the men You suckered. Sadly, in the pen Your kind of talent goes to waste. But Irish bars are more my taste Than iron ones: stripes ain't my style. You're going down; I promise I'll Come visit every other year. Now kiss me, sweet - the squad car's here.