So how's this Ernest gem
Falls out of a bar in Brooklyn
Post Robin, tis a dream
In Taymor's midwinter's force.
Spring isn't far enough away
So lets put off sleep until may
Of next time around X 40.
The way the tender dances
When she muddles the fruit
And shakes the cocktail
Is the way to live life
40 drinks in
4D glasses
40 winks
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