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 Dec 2011 Katrina Wendt
Angie Sea
I want the kind of ***
where I'm told exactly how much you want me
by the way your frame
fills in my every curve
and you touch so much of me
with your hands
and your starved eyes
I should be scared
but you'll call me beautiful
and I'll be your sweetheart
as your sweet heart beats
beats faster
and you fall into me
This is for the lovers who give and never receive
This is for all those people who loved me
This is for the ones who cry
   for the ones who try
This is for all those who we're deprived
This is for all those who never got their light
This is for those who might have lost their sight
    but still put up a fight
This is for the single mother whose child will be sheltered and covered
This is for the million and one tears shed from a broken heart
This is for the families whose lives have been torn apart
This is for the trust worthy
This is for the lonely
This is for the what ifs and oh wells
This is for the I don't give a **** and I don't give a hell
This is for people who live life and don't waste time
This is you who puts a smile upon this face
This is for the person who lights up this place
This is for your lonely cry
This is for your special guy and your special girl
This is for the world
This is for the people at the bottom and top
And everything in between
This is for you from me
Why is it that drinkers of wine

All fancy themselves connoisseurs;

As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit-

They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure.


They talk about bouquet and fragrance,

hints of chocolate they find in the wine.

I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled

as I never find chocolate in mine.



My brother’s a beer connoisseur

Pour ten different beers in good light.

Though he may drink them all to be sure,

He distinguishes each upon sight



“There are different shadings of gold

and some give you more head than others.”

-Who would ever imagine that beer

would have something in common with lovers.



So go have your new Beaujolais

You Francophile drinkers of wine

I’m sure Orson Welles would have told you

They’re selling it way before time.



Back at the bar named McCullagh’s

They’re playing pool in the back room

Uncle Jimmy is schooling some suckers

It happens once in a blue moon.
From the time my older brother was little he has had the knack of distinguishing beer from the natural variations in color and presentation. He learned at Uncle Jimmy's tavern. Alas Uncle Jimmy and his tavern have passed into memory but he has retained this unique talent.
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