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April 30th.

I got full

On rosé

And rose-colored memories;

 

And I drank

I strummed

I sang

Down to the minute drops and melodies. 

 

One note off key

In this song I thought was you and me 

But it’s me singing

Singing; 

 

On rosé and rose-colored memories.

It’s all coming up roses.

© Alex Lohman 2024 

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