wonderful tonight

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when the day's completed,
i give it soul, i give it light,
i give it wood blue's scent
‧
i allow Clapton [do his job],
so tenderly to sigh to me, —
‧
ad interim, i do a nix but sip
a dominant red glass, which
gracious, kicks up… my heels

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