Drink of life
My planned spontaneity doesn’t surprise. My rose colored glasses don’t cover my eyes but all of that matters so little, It’s true, because of the fortunate presence of you. We’ve matching insanities, perfectly synched. We stare and we stare then together we blink. Compatible vices, no reasons to hide with hearts on our sleeves we will stumble in stride. When life gives me lemons, I know what to make, I’ve gallons and gallons, I’m filling a lake. And wasn’t it fortunate, nearly a sin that I should meet one to whom life would give Gin. ~Dean Neighbors ~ |
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