A hassle this day, for my martini went warm. I dropped my olive.
an air of wisdom during this most cursed of days.
Bongos racing madly - notes of Yma Sumac gently thrill my ears.
favorably to a quick and strong heartbeat.
My fabulous car, So green, with chrome and great fins, Six brake lights flare bright.
rush of life and energy arriving at a sudden halt.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore.
Two ounces gin, vermouth just so, Add an extra-large olive and stir.
great and mighty secrets of our existence.
I spent all Sunday trying to learn the bongos - My hands have blisters.
Does the author succeed? We do not know. Perhaps not.
A bachelor's pad - Ice clinking in glasses drowned out by the Hi Fi.
Perhaps we should leave these two alone.
A lesson in style: A hat's not a hat until it's tilted.
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