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Toast

Cocktail hour’s come around,
It happens every day;
Gin and tonic, rum and Coke,
Perhaps Courvoisier.

When afternoon comes rollin’ ‘round,
The urges come to play;
Settling in the dusk promotes
This capping of a day.

Unleashed upon the blood’s brigade
Of cells both red and white;
To influence the cognitive
And blur the line of sight.

A mellow mood descends upon
The spirit and the will
To ease the stress and strains of life
And all emotions chill.

So here’s to you and everyone
Who travels on this ball;
A toast to you on angry seas
To lift you from the squall.
Published inPoetry

One Comment

  1. Jessica Jessica

    Cheers.

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