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Tequila Math

Of my 36 halves:  The latter, spent
accruing 2 subtracted former halves,
is 9, if equal parts divided mint
2 quarters passed 1 – done (tequila math).
Those under 18 have no place in this.
I was 19 when I first learned to drink.
Keystone my freshman year; soph’moric Schlitz.
2 Jager bombed thirsts forced a senior’s shrink.
That 25 uncorked a loveless wine
meant 29 bed wedded Chuckie Cheese.
30 went sober with vows on the line,
so - it's been over the last 6 of these. 
What all it equates to?  1 sweet tasty thought:
Deep swallows of Brandy (candied apricot).
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Bangalee Avatar
December 12, 2018 at 9:56 PM
interesting poem
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