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Two glasses of red wine....(maybe more). And don't forget three beers. Cats sleeping. Me still up, late at night....early morning 4:05 a.m. (what-ever). Still up. Still awake. Can't sleep. Another sip of wine. Sweet. Bitter. Bliss. Songs from the 90's. Thanks to Pandora. Lost in past memories of....well, the Past. Now, now, now....Now things seem simple. Sometimes complicated....sometimes different....sometimes the same. And then it happens. Out of nowhere, the songs keep me sane. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. Thank you a thousand times. With each and every decade through the 20's, 30's, 40's,  50's,  60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, and yes even Beyond the music  keeps me sane and happy beyond belief.   Thank you once again and forever.   Oh, yes....let's not forget about the wine. Yes, the wine. The wine....the wine. Yes, the wine. Thank you too.    

Empty glass of wine waiting to be filled. The bills are all paid at the moment. Just got paid the other day. Off of work and drinking beer and wine late at night. Went to the Farmer's Market earlier today and  picked up some good stuff. Right now it's a little past ten o' clock and drinking  some wine from good old California. Earlier me and my girlfriend were thinking of  things to do such as skinny dipping and other stuff. We both thought it was a good idea. Now we just need to find a nice quiet place  to try it or in other words to do it. Is this poem getting a little too personal? Maybe just a little bit but yet I still continue to  write it down even if it reveals more than you  would like to know. I'm going to get another glass of wine.