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May 2016
in vino
we know the
truth is there
at the bottom
of the glass and
we
don't care.

in vino
wino
watching the
grapes grow
seeing the sun
go down.

I should retire
slippers on and
sit by the fire.

I should do lots
of things, but
the siren sings
and
I am lost.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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