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Drinking the Dream at the Libertine

I walk up to the bar, Ready to consume that American dream Often lost in inebriation or other things. That dream that everyone knows happened, but can’t seem to remember. I order a Manhattan, and the bartender pours me a splash From every bottle in the bar. She adds so many garnishes my lips can’t… Continue reading Drinking the Dream at the Libertine