Sitting in among my aspects
Seeking where I could be found
Standing in a pub somewhere
Cogitating who’s next round
Springtime is still too far away
It’s not my favourite time of year
Or standing there indifferently
Planning nothing else but beer
Apologise, When taking early leave
Devoid of pangs of guilt
Drawing down my glass full
Returning to my quilt
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