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Last Call

Last call, last call, my friend. This is another night at an end. The beer, wine, and whiskey have to stop their flow. It is almost time to close and we have to go. I hope for tonight, you have enjoyed yourself. Now we have to leave the bottles of hooch on the shelf. You were someone we were so happy to serve and see. Now we have to ask you to drive home carefully.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/1/2021 10:28:00 AM

No rules, I see, about designated drivers in poetry... Bottoms up! Cheers, gw

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 3/31/2021 1:14:00 PM

Good piece Robert with sensible advice too, like your rhyme and flow too. Blessings, Gordon

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/31/2021 1:06:00 PM

A gentle reminder that drinking before driving can be fatal. Sounds like you have a nice neighborhood bar, Robert! Hugs, Carolyn

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 3/31/2021 12:06:00 PM

Yes drinking and driving don't mix, better leave them on the shelf , nice write Robert.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/31/2021 7:25:00 AM

Good rhythm, rhyme and flow to this unique work about drinking and driving. I wonder if doing a sobriety test is used at any bars, clubs and other drinking establishments to help prevent drunk driving? Your visit to my page was timely for me. Sara