I often wonder whose
Bottle this once was,
Was it mine that I availed
Or was this his that he lost?

I often wonder if this bottle
Had gone internationally,
Had it been to somewhere nice
Or had been to somewhere nasty?

Those, of course are things
I surely do not know, 
Maybe some day I will or maybe, 
Just remain as a crazy curiosity


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