we shall be drinking wine tonight
at the veranda of the house
the winds are blowing and the air
is cold, i shiver, and shifts to whiskey
we shall be drinking tonight and
make merry and i will tell some of my
stories, from my childhood till i got old,
we shall be drinking whiskey and i
shall share it with you: full moon.
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