Mary is happy br she does not think br or dream br or wonders why the first br star at night tugs at her br heart as she downs her br first Tequila… br br before a star can take hold br of her thoughts, br she downs another br br Mary does not lie awake br in the arms of her lover… br She makes love and br falls asleep, unaware of the br sad moon’s vigil over br her figure which is hugged br by the constraints of her existence..