Shaken Not Stirred Poem by vasyl miller

Shaken Not Stirred



To Be On Cold Mountain A Fountain, Youth / Your Truth But A Lie Of Age And Your Stage / A Coach Not Unlike My Couch, Remember / Oscar The Grouch What My Sister In Law / Called Her Husband Who Happened To Be My / Brother And Oh Brother Why Bother You / With My Family That's What My Book Is / About And What The Heck Does This Have To / Do With Cold Mountain Or Fountain Of Youth / Vermouth Is What Makes A Martini I'll / Live In Olive Jar Bliss With Just A Kiss / Of An Icy Glass Rim To My Cool Lips / And Now Somehow We've Come Around To Cool / Which Is Nothing But Cold Light This Dark Night

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