Fifty
years I've sat here...
behind this locked door
till they consider me mellow...
...mature..........
Fifty years I've sat here... behind this locked door till they consider me mellow... ...mature.......... Author notesNapoleon = Brandy (not the General) often sits in dark deep recesses until it matures. In a listA contest entry
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