The days of wine and roses are distant days for me

I dream of the last and the next affair and of little girls

I'll never see



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And here I sit the retired writer in the sun

The retired writer in the sun, and I'm

Blue, the retired writer in the sun



Tonight I trod in starlight. I excuse myself with a grin

I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one alive

Within.



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The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane

Too many years I spent in the city playing with Mister Loss

And Gain.



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I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the

Tea

Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in

The sea. See.



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