gin (Pinnacle) with a dash of cointreau, shaken over ice, served in a chilled martini glass and garnished with three frozen blueberries.
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- From John Updike, RIP
- I have found...
- This is neither booky nor boozy, but just complete...
- An apathetic couplet
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- Drink of the day + experiments
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- This is not a political blog--
- love and lobsters
- With apologies to William Carlos Williams
- "My Gift is My Song..."
- from Franz Kafka
- A limerick
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- Crass Cartoons Can Still Sing
- With apologies to William Blake
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- god and me and you
- the ugliest couches are the most comfortable
- Unbearably Inevitable
- don't know what to call this yet
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- autumn in a temperate climate
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