July 26, 2012 (I was 67)
That evening as the village lay bathed in moonlight
we perched on the ore dump south of town
One beer each only wants another
Out of that egg broke a plan
Who not home had six in the fridge
Your cousin’s dad had gin and they were gone
Good cuz we could refill the bottle with water
Upstairs key under the mat easy as that
Found the bottle poured a pint in a jar
Jimmy the look-out called out Car
coming down the alley
caused a minor spill We had enough
diluted the remains dashed down and out
ran a block and gave a shout
down to the darker Home dugout
Seven-up and Beefeater from paper cups
before we ran the bases under the sandy moon
and fell on our faces sliding into home
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