counting their winnings
over cup of wine, cheese
joyous celebration to roar
uplifted their graying souls
when will it happens again
maybe i will be one of them
listen as i sip my sweet tea
their hero stinging like a bee
stinger could break any time
then find another to hang on
cycle of these ritual, revive
happy now, could nosedive
(050711)
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