The Riches

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You could bring to me

the world’s best brandy

on a golden platter –

a snifter enough

to fund a small country –

and still it would never taste as good

as the first slug of a Moretti:

gulped ice-cold

in a sun-drenched yard,

book in hand,

and the whole afternoon ahead.

 

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