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Oct 2015
Maybe it's gin with a tonic
could be it's ***** and lime,
the morning's just washed out about me
I'm happy and
having a good time,
baby,
you should be here having breakfast
dinner won't be until nine,
dining on grapes and hot sun fruits, while
I'm snacking on your lips which
taste of
mulled wine,
maybe it's brandy or spiced ***
could be it's whisky and ice
it might be the morning's are
always like this
wouldn't that be so nice.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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