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Liquor store man looks funny at me
Shakes his head and snorts
Every day I visit his sorry ass
To get my supplies, my needs, my joy
Sitting on my blanket
I watch and pull a cork
Skies are blue and the birds soar so high
I loose them on the fuzzy horizon
The wine tastes like an Italian village
In the late summer
With the sun going down
My thoughts are slow and vivid
Empty bottle and the n night birds call
Rolling Rock green
The light yellow water adds years
To my life span
I know it
The night gets cooler
Beach lights shine
Games are played
I only watch
And think
And then I sleep
Tomorrow I must go
To the liquor store man
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