Recipe Confessions
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cocktails, love and life.
So when I entered your bar that day
cupid struck me with a knife.
"Excuse me please, I know your busy
but can I have your time?
You glanced my way, looked at my shirt
and said "My god your fine!"
You had the world at your fingers
woman swarming like flies.
Yet the night seemed frozen in time
as we stared straight eye to eye.
Drunk from lust and drunk from wonder
my glass stayed mostly full.
Closing time rolled around
You were like this raging bull.
A smile never crossed your lips
until I winked and smiled.
I said goodbye, slipped out the side
Leaving a number to be dialed.
Through the years the bars your worked
I'd sit and laugh and talk.
Help sometimes with cleaning up
then through the sand to home we sought.
Far away you've made your mark
Rising to the top.
A man who not only served me drinks
but taught me how to walk.
(contest: ode to a bartender)
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