Showing posts with label gin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gin. Show all posts
A Soundtrack Not My Own
Friday, December 19, 2008Labels: gin, individuality, phone, snow
Dancing with a decade old
bottle of gin
but new to me,
I called for you
but you stared blankly
and the snow fell
and it still is falling.
I wonder if it will be there
whenever I wake up.
Paul says hello.
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