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Aged seventy, stranded on the veranda,
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with nothing but a cocktail to soothe.
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Bone dry gin stacked with vermouth,
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kept cold by citrus flavoured cubes
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Shoo’d into a cool bag back home.
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Alone, I was not sure of my way,
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while my daughter who’d insisted I come,
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though I still don’t know why,
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was sighing over some handsome stranger deep inside.
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Sometimes you have to re-arrange your night.
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I had keys to the Range Rover,
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There was a sat. nav. to call on
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But feeling faintly unsteady, I reeled against a wall,
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deciding to walk.
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I could always talk my way along any highway
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So two feet took me murmuring as i  swayed down the road.
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Through the last remnants of the hour
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that lurks before dawn.
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8 Nov 17

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Excellent, like that cocktail an easy smooth read
 — Mattmckeown

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