Wineglass Saturday Night - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Wineglass Saturday night is sweet
Worshiping all the girls
Who throw back their hair and laugh
When they notice my lonely gaze.
My life is Sunday morning strawberry jam
Smiling at the morning news,
Not letting any current currency of despair
Bankrupt my bountiful spirits.
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