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Jul 2014
I just spent a beautiful hour
Writing about the wine...
well it does not matter any more
It has now ****** off into an evil chip
Or an impossible to reach cloud
But the memory of writing it
Makes my heart sing loud-er than normal
Oh, how I long to recover
My Gewurztraminer verse
Slightly annoyed and tipsy
Shaded Lamp
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Shaded Lamp  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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