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It's not in anger. Anger, said Athena: `Matures, becomes sweet.
So-`Hold and embrace anger so very gently. Anger transforms.
Embrace Anger. It may become sweet. It is a 'ole personal opine.
I hope. I wish only good. I'm wishing self-control. I'm so serious.
Yesterday I was given a bottle. Who wished to have it? It's spiced rum.
It's Navy Rum that's 92% nasty! Silly hula-girl plays a banjo, a ukulele?
It's a Caribbean Rum with spice, caramel, and other fake flavors. O ugh.
Ay, I smile:`Tattooing Sailor Jerry is a dangerous rum that speaks: Rots liver?
Sailor Jerry's ( not Jebbie) was the famous tattoo artist of all time? Who cares?
Sailor Jerry claims he was a first tattoo artist to learn the sacred text? A 20's?
Whoopee. He set up a tattoo shop in the 30's. He tattooed sailors in colorful skin designs.
okay? But now? Or was it to earn a few bucks? Sailor Jerry bottled, marketed, a rum recipe.
The nasty Rum is higher in proof than most spiced rums, and I crank because? Wild Cherry?
Sailors do cuss. The blogger commenter can too. Of course, my ears are not virgin. I's okay.
The nasty verbal harangue can go down smooth? Yes. Then, cease, 'proverbial' vipers kills.
No use dashes of rum, vermouth, amaretto, fresh berry cranberry juice, and shake with ice.
Peace. Refurbish. Rest. Calm. Or, one may be in a ICU unit? It's easy. Cease inhale breaths?
If one is ready.
O dumbstruck.
I say vow. I do.