Is wine the culprit
for the mistakes made tonight,
or for my regrets?
Only I claim fault
for my words, unrepentant;
no pinot to blame.
But the warmth inside
ameliorates the guilt
soothes me off my feet.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Yes, almost certainly π
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It’s nice to have a scapegoat.
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Wine O’clock means no guilt, always the fault of the wineπ
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Try the famous Gaelic shrug…the French do it all the time and I’ve yet to meet one who ever felt guilt!
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I’ll work on that!
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The shrug is so easy to do. I use it often.
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Saddling a fine contemporaneous whatβs going on poem with a guilt tag, suggest someone may need to kick back in her goodie two shoes and belt a bit of Bookers bourbon…Basil Hayden at least…to better adapt to that universal attitude check ….resulting in a loud …F*%K It…
Regards,
DJ Mix-Master Chi-Town Strange
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Funny that you said that. I’m sitting here listening to Chris Stapleton singing about Tennessee whisky and wondering about the difference between whisky and a woman. I really think 10:30 a.m. is a little early for me to join him in his reverie.
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I love this…. truly.
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Aw! Thank you!
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