There are many times throughout
The day, somewhere towards
The late afternoon
A conjuring of daydream
A need for a drink
Perhaps a beer
Or something stronger
Escape from the doldrums
Of monotony that stagnates
That stifles life
Drift into another world
Another dimension
A time that breeds excitement
The wine that flows
Just in my head
Allows the imagination
To pour through my senses
Allowing a quick escape
In the afternoon
Before repetition
Starts again.
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