Friday, January 13, 2017

Verbal Duryea



Hangdog Dan's started slurring his words
Got some brandy and gurgled two-thirds
Amnesiac? Crazy?
Post-blackout, all's hazy
This rancid liqueur's for the birds.

David Cairns

Dan Duryea drinks like there's no tomorrow in Black Angel (Roy William Neill, 1946).

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