© 2016 Steve King
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Old Fashions will sometimes suffice
to thaw this frozen writer’s ice.
Wine upholds me, in a pinch,
but rarely moves my pen an inch.
Brandy, Bourbon, Single Malt—
they stir my spirits to a fault.
But one Martini, every time,
amends my meter, rights my rhyme.
A new poem for the Poetry Pantry
Happy New Year, All!