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As a blooming rose
unveils a Winter's first mask
Her smile enslaves me
Written on 12/10/2016.
You and I over at the sink.
We're making martinis, 'bout time don't you think?

I prefer Beefeater, your choice Bombay,
We've tried many others, but don't often stray.    

You're very precise like it 4 to 1,
I am not so particular, vermouth, almost none.

I like an olive. You like a twist.
If there's no fruit you'll use lemon mist.

The first sip brings a smile and good conversation.
There's nothing quite like this Royal libation.

We sip and enjoy, gaze out at the view,
and offer a toast, here's to life, here's to love, here's to you!
 Dec 2016 Rhet Toombs
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Once put aside, it never dies,
but lives fervently on.

Tis but a shame that love will droop
when thine effort carries on.
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