Angry herd of blue
Roar at tyrant in black
As the red flock cheer.
Never known perfect
Heaven is a state of mind
Life is all I have.
Mister at the bar
Missus on the floor, laughter
Varied reds then home.
Music and mischief
In the pocket, out the door
No words, just a look.
January sun
Framing my monotony
January sun.
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