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Sunday Spirits

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By Christy MunsonPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Sunday Spirits
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Mary, warm your stone soul

Through the glass pours morning light

We’re in our prime, and you’re a star

You are my drink, my recipe, my cure

My unrivaled artist’s flower

Let's be on holiday, you and I

Let’s have champagne and cocktails at the club tonight

Warm our souls and

Shake things up

Get back in the mix

Have our fill

Kick off the temporary properties of poor weather

Break the bubbles

Be bloody beautiful, delicious and aromatic

Slip into the silky water

That pours passion’s sunrise over Venice

Let’s put on the Ritz

Brunch like we’re in Paris

Spoon coffee over cold ice cream

Drink whiskey like celebrities

You are the only ingredient I'll ever need

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Copyright © 05/31/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.

Author's Note: Written as a found poem, meaning words used to create this piece were pulled from the lines of Cassy Dunn's "Cocktails to Drink Before Noon"

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