Dancing sober
No glass to brim
Not even one drop
Tequila and the wine
But I danced on roadside
As did the guitarist at midnight
Laredo, Mexico.
Leaves and I had much fun
In breeze
And we danced
I to chill
They rolling on asphalts
Autumn is best season
In colour
But the most colourful
Charlatans
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