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imported wine
by Keith D Allison
What is the movement, what is this time, shadows dancing in this moment of mine, glasses sparkling in moon dipped rhymes, I sit alone for the star are not mine, I long, for the oneness, as I stare at my imported glass of wine, for each breath there is other, but shell I ever hear the whisper of mine, for youth did flee and the midlife crisis has passed, moving now, till one breath shall be the last. Shell I tip my glass, for loneliness has long filled the flask, now my comforter in a world that does not last, shell warm glow of imported wine, let the fantasies dance, of love, of oneness, letting the cold hand of reality pass 11/24/2006 Posted on 11/24/2006
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