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Sunday Morning Blues

Sunday Morning blues RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife After two-three glasses of Twisted Ice Lemon Or was it an Alabama Slammer? You mustn’t trust! My days and nights felt like a Freight train ride And that no lie! Then I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me Three years ago, in Kissimmee; I think which left me more than a little weak in the knees those feisty drinks Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee Which almost has done me in? after watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi or was it an episode of Friends Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando And it was hallelujah and Amen in Key Largo So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms So, once again here I am nursing Another Sunday mornings blues.

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Lillie Williams

Date: 12/1/2012 9:41:00 PM

Sunday Morning Blues. Sometimes I feel like I have it. Especially when things keep blowing up in my face. This is an everyday thing for some of us. Thanks for reminding me that I am not above having the blues sometimes. Very good write Annie. Thanks for sharing.

Vesna Kovrlija

Date: 10/31/2012 12:46:00 PM

We all deserve the blues.

The Situation

Date: 10/22/2012 9:04:00 PM

After all that you deserve the blues.

Habzy Nub

Date: 10/21/2012 8:58:00 AM

For me it was a bit boring I think you could've done a better job

Annie Lander
Date: 10/21/2012 9:08:00 AM

Definition Poetry which holds the principles and ideals of beauty that are characteristic of Greek and Roman art, architecture, and literature. Example Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?

Annie Lander
Date: 10/21/2012 9:03:00 AM

well Hubzy n if you are looking for an uplighting kind of write go and read passion, inspirational, those kind of write... sorry u feel this way

Debra Squyres

Date: 10/21/2012 8:52:00 AM

This is indeed a fun write...how creative !! Enjoyed the read and the smiles linger still....

Annie Lander

Date: 10/21/2012 8:19:00 AM

This poem really is about names of (hot) drinks i encounter over the years on my many night out on the town.. having fun.