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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It's "The Children's Hour," as Franklin Delano dubbed it, proffering that famous profile, chin high, cigarette holder clinched in good dental symmetry, all the while flashing that celebrated smile. He'd "Walk a Mile for a Camel," (or the Secret Service would) while steering us through war, the Great Depression, and a desert of dry times, not to mention wines, until he repealed Prohibition, restored civility and White House Happy Hour to the post meridian. Scotch or Brandy, his choice; mine, Chardonnay from Argentina, gaucho land of Peron and his Eva who demonstrated beauty and brains can survive in the same body: soul sister to Jayne Mansfield, hiding her IQ beneath a double-D cup. So, Bottoms up, children, let the games begin! What'll you have? Scotch on the Rocks, whiskey or gin? A martini with two olives, one for you and one for your baby? Or several of those sweet ones that deck you, wreck you--three strikes and you're out under apple, cranberry, or lemon-lime lightning? Come sip with me for cocktails and a concerto in my backyard, where afternoon wind wields a baton for sopranos in the pines, the marsh-myrtle's alto, and the fig's bellowing bass, empurpled and powerful. He wouldn't have it any other way: I'm THAT deep, he rails, wind's in my sails, and you, chattering children should be practicing your scales.
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