Vineyard Blues

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If ever there was a tale of such woe, a tale of music, lust, and revelry! Of Juliet and I, her Romeo, when the reggae drums put a spell on me. In my yen for Herbs and thirst for the vine Romeo joined the queue full as a tick - on the grapes of wrath, the mad feijoa wine but it was like a mule with thrice the kick! And there he rolled flatlining in a ditch - “I beg you, leave me here…I wanna die!”. Later with a skinful too numb to twitch slumped in a bathtub hungover to dry. All I want when I from this world am gone is that men say he died with his boots on. Written: July 2008

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