Life is my tonic , it is my gin, it is my mango, it is
My baguette, my pate, my Bourgeuil my Mesnil su
Oger French champagne, my wonder my winter my
Bento Goncalves my colorful hillside pastel huts
Favelas, my streamers at Carnival as a child in Rio
My chance meeting Pele before Pele was even a
Name on the beach sands of Copacabana my ate metro
rides In Paris, meeting there my wife, 13 of us under
A Mansart tiny itsy bitsy room on the Avenue Paul
Doumer, Lynne sitting on my lap, drinking together
For the last time last week in August in Paris the
LEGRAS BRUT Integral French champagne, then
Two wonders of life’s ours children of hope and
Marching on in this amazing spring and summer
Of life’s leaves and stone mountains , rivers and
Oceans,skies and fall and rain and snow after sleet!
Sun’s shine and sheen, preens, jumps and falls, walks
And running on ahead or falling back to be enthralled!
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