Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Troikas, IV

Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet;
my first taste of whiskey
my first sip of you

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My father; blue-collar guy who
aspired to more, never quite made it.
Don Quixote with bowling ball lance

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Overdrawn again from the
bank of good fortune.
Let all those checks bounce.