Listen To The Warm.. finish of that fine cane spirit
Gifts From The Sea... a pirate's treasure to be sure
Celebrations Of The Heart... a cozy distillated dream
We Touch The Sky... fleeting moments of appreciation
On Stanyan Street, brews were imbibed
Appreciation was transcribed
Chemistry, artistry long exposed
In terse, profound and metered prose
Rumbullion... rowdy reins resist
Rebel against the status quo
Invigorated pulse persists
Until the candlelight grows low
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Rod McKuen is an old friend of mine. I could not resist infusing a bit of faux Rod poetry into the rum forum on this thread.