Wow! Thanks for all the help. The poem is really only about me and my longing for a cocktail. I couldn't admit that there is a deeper meaning than that.
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Wow! Thanks for all the help. The poem is really only about me and my longing for a cocktail. I couldn't admit that there is a deeper meaning than that.
All the suggestions have lead me to here:
Oh, my dear old friend, I miss you so…
It’s been so long and I saw you today
In the back corner of the cabinet, your black capped neck.
“Hello?”
Oh, my old friend,
I miss sitting at the counter, laughing,
Having you stare back at me vacantly,
Open-mouthed, waiting.
How much fun we have in the sun.
I love to pull the garden apart with you faithfully at my side.
You, urging me on to frolic and dance under the brim of my hat.
Legs kicked up, body full of dirt, and mouth full of laughter.
All because of you my friend.
I’m supposed to give you up and I have for now,
But I want you back to roll between my hands.
Can we start a new love affair?
Oh, my dear old friend, I miss you so…
I love it, jersea! so honest and revealing--wish you all the best!
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