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Sunday Shiraz
Cider made from apples dry
Cannot touch the mellow stance
Nor begin to feel the depth, which I
may gaze and flow in merry dance
Cannot touch the mellow stance
Nor begin to feel the depth, which I
may gaze and flow in merry dance
When red grape bleeds into my mouth
sinking, tickling my tonsils keen
I cannot be but in pure ease
My mind blurs in a haze serene
sinking, tickling my tonsils keen
I cannot be but in pure ease
My mind blurs in a haze serene
Hark! Shiraz brings a gush of spice
And fruit and smoke and peppers pure
A bold perfection can but entice;
The weeke...
And fruit and smoke and peppers pure
A bold perfection can but entice;
The weeke...
Monday 9th May 2016 8:19 pm
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