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Mar 2015
Again
I have misplaced my wine

Seems to happen
All the time

I set it down
Walk around
Forget about it
And then...

At very last,
It appears again
My wine
My liquid friend.

Very queer
I don't remember leaving it here.

I take a sip
Set it down
Get up
Gone again.
Some silliness
Brandi R Lowry
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Brandi R Lowry  38/F/Georgia
(38/F/Georgia)   
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