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A found, bought, and paid for poem by Bethany Jean Clement
The bar is already full
Billions of bottles.
An aneurysm-inducing speed.
"Murray is magic,"
"Brandy sometimes hates me."
It is loved.
Telling secrets nearly immediately
Loves making drinks.