After The Wine Is Warm Poem by James McLain
After The Wine Is Warm
As for me, your temptation waits.
under the moon it is sometimes,
but I have known whether I to whom it is.
Even after the wine is warm.
Coming from which flask and laughing.
You do not know and became as drunk as I am
how now both we to whom as follows:
Tall order concerning we sometimes to often.
And we forget whether it is that we came at all.
Did we became so drunk, forgetful is sufficiently.
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