Sano Grog Waitings

Nobody told me the day would end
So  nicely, so softly,
So happy disgrace

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Orange liquor

From Bagley dispensed

Enormously harmfull

The stomach is hell

The spirit flies dry
The conscious is dead

Intelligence on shape

The soul cries for help

My body would fly

So high, I´m so light

The stars have this night

The cup and its wine

Would Auden read this?
Would Nan be for tea?
Is love on the line?
Will we be on time?