Dinner of the gods......just once perhaps?

by Peter Buxton
(Belper DE56 1LZ)

Rosy red melts upon thy tongue, but being left to long....an assault to the senses, a begrudged nod and smile.
Why...?, it need not have been so.
Alcohol...an idiots answer, perhaps a geniuses...who can tell.
Goodbyes...horrific winds, sh-t and bile. To much, corroded cells.
Sleep, always tomorrow?

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