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Jul 2021
It is a lonely thing
To start on down the street
When every sign or word said
I cannot read or speak;

The sinking sun there
Mixing high
Shades of dandelion,
Tangerine, and redeye;

And, that, last said,
When I amble home,
I pour over ice
And drink alone.
redeye is a term for whisky
A Mess of Words
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