in a a downy cloud of retreat.
A fan in pinwheel shadow
and spin, silently paddles
a pristine orb in darkness.
Closing time in fetid aging
of cheese, dreams and waits...
for the five o'clock somewhere.
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it's five oclock somewhere just not where I am or so it seems
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