Midnight.
Vodka, down in one.
Spied through the bottom of the bottle: sun.
Scotch on the rocks, straight down.
Seen through the empty glass the moon.
It’s twelve noon.
A poem by Simon Armitage from 'Moon Country'
Vodka, down in one.
Spied through the bottom of the bottle: sun.
Scotch on the rocks, straight down.
Seen through the empty glass the moon.
It’s twelve noon.
A poem by Simon Armitage from 'Moon Country'
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