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Ode to the kon tiki

Kon tiki, where we can go and forget the daily grind, drink a luscious beverage and munch on a monkey, ouch why do you punish me in the morning?

Ode to The Shelter

 pour me a drink yes I’ll have a martini, its ok that I have no gogo boots; I’ll sit by this handsome fellow, wait is that JFK? Oh just pour me another.

Ode to leslies house

Yes I’d love some wine, look there goes a kangersquark. The patio or the living room, perhaps the lounge. Is Steve here maybe we can sing

Ode to no happy hour

Limits mean no bar, no bar tab, no fuzzy conversations and laughing about nothing. No going out past ten… maybe tomorrow but probably not; there is laundry and dinner to be made. when did this happen? Where did we go? what happened … oh just life and responsibilities. Honey pick up some wine on your way home