The evening, purple and plush, is tender.
Her breezy suggestions of tales, told late
well, often, and loudly from tables
laden with good friends. The fingerprinted
beer glasses fill with memories, plump with
well worded love, seed the new day
and push just a little harder toward joy.
Glasses emptied, giggles abounding
posture themselves as little brother
to guffawed grins on quivering chins,
twin bearers of gladness and gloom.
For soon the night must absolve
the room of her secrets, and
invite the neighbored goodness back
to places now refreshed in
the exercise of lingering laughter
late and perfectly balanced,
found only among the best of friends.
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Especially like ‘invite the neighboured goodness back…’ (except I spelled it better). hehe
You did. I’m forced to spell the ‘murkan way…you know, how ever the hell I want and, when that fails, just go hookt on foniks. It always works and, besides, no one here really cares anyway!
Soo glad yur hookt on fonix. Its the bestest way to learn someone how to reed..
heye i luvv reedn 2!!!!
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Perfect for New Year’s Eve I should think.