Whisky Pluto Poem by Tina Shields Kerr

Whisky Pluto



Pour me a whisky
not shaken - not stirred - fused with
ice cubes from Pluto

Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: whisky
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Gajanan Mishra 03 October 2017

fused with ice cubes, good one

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Tina Kerr 04 October 2017

Thank you :)

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