Cocktail
Gettin' outta bed,
Taken every med;
Such a whim in my head,
To produce:
Refine my bar lines,
Gold; Ivy, or vines.
My eyes, got her wise,
Happy juice –
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2023
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