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07/30/09 - (3)
Half-Empty or Half-Full
Another weekday evening, on this restaurant patio, Rearranging intellectual ecstasies accorded me By virtue of my being an unattached man, again, After twenty years of marriage, to one woman, And twenty more, escorting another, Now traveling light, With far too much freedom for me to appreciate, Primed to seize any option that might present itself, I keep refilling my wineglass, with smooth Beaujolais, Each time asking if it's half-empty or half-full, Grateful to be able to decide for myself.
07/30/09 - (3)
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