Closing

The rum claw

And the whiskey tourettes

Have all been put to bed

These days I’m on the white wine reflections.

I never liked gin (I’m not much one for misery)

But I’d like to have a beer with you,

Next time you’re in my town.

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One comment

  1. Mines a glass of red burgundy.

    M
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    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland
    http://mairibheag.com
    http://kvennarad.wordpress.com

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