A sonnet to my flask
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GundaGunda - '10
Dear friend, your final rest is near.
You've served me well. It's not defeat
You've traveled here. You've traveled there.,
in top-box and upon my seat.
We've done canals. We've climbed the mountains
A thousand hills. A thousand rivers.
We've seen De Wildt, Marico's fountains.
We've felt the heat. We've had the shivers.
But now your seals no longer keep.
the heat of future cappuccino.
And from your cracks the waters seep,
And bubble like antacid eno.
Alas my friend, we'll ride no more,
and at the though my heart is sore.
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GundaGunda - '10
Dear friend, your final rest is near.
You've served me well. It's not defeat
You've traveled here. You've traveled there.,
in top-box and upon my seat.
We've done canals. We've climbed the mountains
A thousand hills. A thousand rivers.
We've seen De Wildt, Marico's fountains.
We've felt the heat. We've had the shivers.
But now your seals no longer keep.
the heat of future cappuccino.
And from your cracks the waters seep,
And bubble like antacid eno.
Alas my friend, we'll ride no more,
and at the though my heart is sore.
