Not everything survived.
Got off scot-free.
The wine had turned to vinegar
The whole half dozen.
Bottle by painful bottle I poured
down the sink,
while through the side window
the sun gloated.
Not everything survived.
Got off scot-free.
The wine had turned to vinegar
The whole half dozen.
Bottle by painful bottle I poured
down the sink,
while through the side window
the sun gloated.
I preferred version you first published, which appeared in my email. This edited version is okay, but the other ending made me smile.
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thanks for that. sometimes I meddle with my poems too much. I’ll see if I can recover the original version,
the one with the sun gloating. Yeh, I liked it too. I should have the courage of my convictions 🙂
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I like this one, too
#aussiesummer
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thanks. hard to know which version to stick with 😦
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Oh I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing the other version of this one! I was referring to your latest on your BBM blog that I’d read.
Revisions are always hard decisions. 😎
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