My nephew turned 21 today. I wrote him this poem.
Twenty-one means you can have your first drink. Not soda, milk, orange, a Roy Rogers, nor shake. Yes, a beer, wine, whisky, martini, vodka. Just think - Remember good strong coffee will put on the brakes.
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