Best Ginger Ale Poems

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chest hair raindrops swinging jubilantly
watching the beautiful blessing snore softly with a smile
still you sneak into the center of my mind
remembering the bacon flavored breath on the phone receiver
daydreaming about wings and the similac sweat muffing the sound
feeling like i need...

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There are some nights
when I am asked,
to bring the ginger ale.

I carry the seemingly
benign beverage from
the cellar without fail.

As I reach the top step,
I can see him 
reach below the sink.

20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey
And a shot of the ale
…the recipe for his drink.

He downs...

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About to fold my sail, the eastwind from the north
came and swept my ship into a dusty bluff.

I howled like a steed fleeing without its missing leg,
plunged like gold coins into a salty well
into the great wheezing sea.
 
A delirium sunk me further until the...

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I don’t drink soda as a rule,
But when I’m sick, I’m not a fool – 
I think of sick days as a kid
And do the things my mother did.

She served us soup and toast and tea
And baked potatoes, naturally,
And then, of course, was ginger ale,
A...

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