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Sep 2014
Green glass bottle with sediment at the bottom.  dregs ?.

Unshaven rumpled dude on the bus bench. Belly growling. Begs?.

Brown paper bag back pocket, salvation in a swig. shaky legs ?

               Single light shining through the curtain two stories high.

               Front door banging in the breeze wide open Why ?.

  
              Jailhouse libation prune juice and such.

             Can't stay out of system recidivist in the clutch.

             Three hots and a cot the easy life calls.

Drinking gypsy wine and selling smokes.
Safe in the arms of the Law.
Gypsy wine will make you stagger
Then you take a fall.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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