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"brandies" poems
A snifter of brandy leads to another Soon I'll be tipsy, melancholy and discover that two brandies do not an alcoholic make, but a bottle? Now there's the shake. This brandy brews the blues. It's Amber caramel softness soothes your soul, but screams the blues. Your muse is lost in this bruise of blues Like a long note on a saxophone disappearing. Let's take a ride on down to the crossroads, I'll bring the bottle, you bring the bottleneck slide.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Brandy blues
You are old , And you are young. But I think that , You are drunk. Drunk , in the memories of childhood , Where there was peace and universal brotherhood. You are like my candies , Oh ! My dear grandies. Whenever I cried , You held me with all your pride. I am so blessed , Being at rest . Listening to grandma's story , Supported by grandpa's trolley. Those were the days , You held me in your hands . These are the days , I'll hold you with my hands. Oh! My dear grandies , Thankyou for your brandies. A brandy of love , You showed me , Being your beloved
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Oh ! My dear GRANDPARENTS
Gaze not at your Christmas tree, nor the many wrapped gifts laid there beneath. For what ever they may be, the greatest gift of Christmas, was long ago bequeathed. On that cold night in Bethlehem, was born him without sin, Emmanuel, the Promised One, did the people call him. O do you hear the angels herald and sing: "Glory to the King of Kings." O, what priceless gifts have ye. Of which, how many may set your spirit free? Silver, Gold, precious gems and jewellery, though all are good within none salvation be. So on this one night promise me, that you'll forget your hams and turkeys, sweet wines, rums and brandies. For Christmas should be more than a feast, festival, or fair, it should be a time of reflection of yesteryear; accepting one's losses, and appreciating one's gains. And most of all remembering Christ for whom, the day is named. And I'll promise you, after all this pain, a Christmas that you will believe: Could never be the same!
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
Could Never Be The Same!