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Sunday, July 10, 2011

.The sun went down in honey. And the moon came up in wine

.Red velvet lips. Wine stained chords.
.Intoxicationg dizzy dreams. Festive merry thoughts.
Colorful escapade. Free spirit sensation.
.If wine is bottled poetry, Janis is poetry for my soul.

.Get drunk with life.
.Get drunk with whatever feeds your heart.

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