Sunday Morning 3AM

Sunday Morning, 3am,

it is;

not ‘Wednesday’

I know,

I’ve checked;

I’ve checked my calendar,

checked my watch,

checked my bottle

of twelve-year Scotch –

half empty!

or maybe half full, to you,

depending on your point of view.

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