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Nothing
Sodom,
that wizened old vigneron
with such mischievous eyes,
produced an overflow of
vintage hedonism,
a beautiful shiraz
that so pleased the circus
we drank long and deep
becoming a malaise of pleasure,
completely lost in ourselves,
forgetting our very humanity,
gorging on angels
desiring more,
taking our fill of everything,
caring for no one,
dulled,
blurred,
blended
to a nothing.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
So true!
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Thank you Punam
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My pleasure, Paul.
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Unfortunately the case.
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As a child I was struck by the story detail of the Titanic, that the band kept playing.
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Nothing is everything….. 💖
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Ah that is so, well said.
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Yes it is. Have a bright day ✨
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🙂 Thank you
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🌷🙏🌿✨
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So you took a walk through the nearby city, eh?
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Yes, eclectic and manic (the city that is). 🙂
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Looks like a fun party.
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Yes, that one looks worth going to.
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Yes
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Thank you Ruth.
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Yes. It is easy to get lost in the music.
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Yes, the tragedy of ignoring others.
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Cheers, she says facetiously.
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Lol, there’s a couple of crates to go 🙂
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Haha. Probably more where that came from.
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Yes, endless, and were slowly sinking.
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Too much of a good thing, oh maligned Shiraz!
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There’s some left yet 🙂 Thanks Chris.
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Great insightful poem
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Thank you Lyn
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