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Aug 2016
Chardonnay nights
blur my thoughts
to a lesser reality
of a long week

Chilled to perfection
slightly sweet for me
room temperature
and extra dry for you

ONE GLASS, only one
to buzz my head
yet my face tingles
on glass two

Tolerance level
achieved to be sure
at home in my space
red & sleepy eyed.
So true for me... all I can handle is one glass.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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