Life is too short - as "they" say
and only a glass of champagne
is needed to feel alive again
The "go" of floating bubbles
is my nose of diggin' for troubles
and dancing through dirt
I miss the Mrs Moet & Chandon
where did she go - the clown
of just living day to day
The 30's to the 60'es
they left like bubble gypsies
the wind blew strongly
No solution to be found now
so I intermittently throw
a bubble here and there
Which will be my swan song
but without regrets - ding dong
life is a fluffy figment
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