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“Two glass of Exile, formed in a brownish color, A sip to get lost and no where, to be found, brandy it's. The taste of it under the tongue, for the weekend, remain blessed, and intoxicated to dark rum, Dark till it grows glommy. drinking and sipping with purpose, With the rose of lousy laughter's, A moment to forget your worries, And live again the next day.” — ©Inspiredavina
Two glass of Exile,
formed in a brownish color,
A sip to get lost and no where,
to be found, brandy it's.
The taste of it under the tongue,
for the weekend, remain blessed,
and intoxicated to dark rum,
Dark till it grows glommy.
drinking and sipping with purpose,
With the rose of lousy laughter's,
A moment to forget your worries,
And live again the next day.