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Sevens and Gin

However much may depend
On a red wheelbarrow in the rain
I’m here with you
With a seven and seven and a gin and tonic

There’s no smoking indoors
We’re not listening to jazz but there is music
And we are talking
I’m captivated

It doesn’t really matter how much we drink
I live around the corner, I’ll get us home
And if you find that you can’t walk
The rain has stopped and here’s a wheelbarrow

I guess he knew how important
A wheelbarrow could be
Author's Note
Just wrote this for a comp that seemed cool I used to just write a poem in a reply.
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