Neon moons reflect the glow
Off the Amber nectar from which inhibitions flow.
Seductive heiresses saunter, touting their wares
selling you freedom through their long Auburn hair.
Frozen crystals singing in the sand
transformed by man...to hold in the palm of your hand.
This days been long, I need to relax.
an escape from reality, my soul has been taxed.
Make it a Double, sweeten it to the touch
A Dash of bitters you know, but Please....Don't Rush.
Joe, another! and one for my friend,
may this night last forever
and ever.....Ahmen!
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