Puddle of Wine
in honor of the Shaggs
Puddle of Wine
Isn't it mine
I'll drink it when I fall over
Fall on my face
Not any grace
Lap it from green grass and clover.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2017
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