Sunday 19 January 2014

Haiku


The third glass of beer 

The colour of sunlight 

On autumn leaves




9 comments:

  1. The last glass perhaps looks better than it tastes - I thought it was the first glass that tasted so wonderful Gwil.

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  2. Pat, because you said that I've changed it to the third glass , tastes good now.
    Heavy beer light beer medium beer for whatever ales me Rachel or maybe I just like the stuff.

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  3. Only winter makes me reminiscent for Autumn.

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  4. I know what you mean. Autumn is always too short.

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  5. Two beers or not two beer? that is the question. I suppose pubs are like American burger outlets in some respects. In a new city I generally navigate to one of the ubiquitous Irish pubs for the same reasons you go to Macs. Familiarity breeds contentment. A pint of contentment is a wonderful thing. Also I've been busy trying out some new running gear I got for Christmas and reading some new books.

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  6. I wondered if you were still savouring that last pint.

    The thing about McDonalds when travelling alone is that nobody seems to take any notice of somebody eating on their own.

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  7. You don't get pestered by some local nerd. I can see that. It's a risk you run in the Irish pub.

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