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OK it’s official people...from Key West to the city of Gnome

If I go by the number of likes I received...3 martini’s is my most popular poem.

26 Likes and a host of comments has finally made me face up to the truth

I could write till I’m blue in the face but I can’t compete with gin and vermouth.

So I’ve come to the following conclusion..my original philosophy I shall now amend

I’ll follow Abe Lincoln’s advice and make my enemy into my friend.

I’ll combine my writing with drinking martinis...sure it may sound a bit hackneyed or trite.

But from now on, as God is my witness, I’ll drink martinis whenever I write.

The first problem I’ve run into already is a bit prickly...just like a spur or a thorn.

I do most of my writing not in the evening...but in the hours of the early morn.

It means I’ll have to be drinking quite early and I’m not sure if that’s very smart

But like most struggling writers I know, I’m willing to sacrifice for the sake of my art.

But not to worry, I have everything under control, I’m sure I will come out of this just fine.

I’ll keep my mind on my writing and not get distracted..Hey this stuff tastes really divine!

Where was I, oh yea, I was saying you needn’t be uneasy for you have nothing to fear

A martini or two won’t make a difference...Oh man...Is it getting hot in here?

OF courth it’s not getting warmER    I think I shoulD perHaps quith my GRIPING

WOW, Did wee just have an EARthquAke...I’m having difficulty sheeinG What I’m TYPING. 

But Earchquake or not...I’m sstill writing.........IN fact I’m typing ash fasht ass I can

I Told u eye can handle marteenies...but I haven’t told U how much I LOVE YOU MAN!

I’m Knot shure where I wass going with this poem..I’ll remember ...I jusht HAVE to think!

Did it halve to do with MARTIN scorsayzee or waz it something THAT’S stuck in my shink?

Oh hECk I’ll never remember...were WEE playing some kind of A Game?

It seems I can knOW longer BEE responsible 4 the poems I create...

AND U ONLY HALF YOUR SHELVES TO BLAME.........................