Holiday Drink Poems

Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On...

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How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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   In America, Passover’s a marathon
     in Israel, it’s a sprint
   Two nights @ four cups of...

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    Passover  Passover  Pass out
    What’s all the commotion about
       Those...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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O Mardi Gras, how I long for thee
The carnival season of music and glee
The colorful floats, the beads, and the masks
The joyful crowds, the drinks,...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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Stirring my hot or cold tea, 
with fresh honey from a bee. 
I must not get stung, 
or this sweet drink will hurt my tongue....

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Prune juice as effective emetic

Brainstorming yields casting 
the following plumbline 
netting genetic, italic, kinetic, 
magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic,
synchronistic, and universalistic result.

Ofttimes I experience constipation bout,
and thus...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
A koala in a gum tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love...

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Someone special died because you drink and drive

Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are...

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The pink sand makes my soft bed,  
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.  
The palm trees are swaying,  
swaying to...

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In Jerusalem, Bnei Brak, Kefar Chabad
     everywhere, little huts, though no sod
  Miniature tabernacles, laden with flowers
   ...

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