No liquor since New Years
And the poems are dancing meaningless,
But they still come: like tourists,
Like clicks, in a beefy parade:
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I love this boozeless serene... 'In an intervention of life, Like whispers through the Australian Pines'... I could feel the pinus leaves fall, and await a novel when I next open up the jar and hold its base..
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I love this boozeless serene... 'In an intervention of life, Like whispers through the Australian Pines'... I could feel the pinus leaves fall, and await a novel when I next open up the jar and hold its base..