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Midsummer's Night

(Horace, Carmina III, xxviii,"Festo quid potius die...")

Midsummer's Night, my friend.
     I've stashed a Sonoma Merlot
in the cellar for tonight.
     Fetch it, amigo.

The afternoon's wound down.
     Dusk unwinds it shadows.
I'll get some ice and a bucket
     to cool the wine.

While it chills we'll sing
     songs for the holiday.
I'll do songs of the sea.
     You warble laments.

We'll end with a duet for lovers,
     uncork the wine and drink
a toast to fermented grapes
     and drowning sorrows.

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