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Some days my writing is better than others 

Some days I’m simply a bother 

I write with two thumbs

One day I hope to be a father 

Not everything in life requires meaning 

Or a clearly defined purpose 

Sometimes it’s best to simply be 

Once you stop looking you’ll start to clearly see

The wind blew in my direction 

It nearly knocked me over 

Let’s drink a margarita 

Let’s drink a corona 

Tequila sunrises 

A dimly lit swim

Campfires by the beach 

Stars just out of reach

I’ve got a place off fifth

I made a left turn on fourth 

Flip flops and cold feet

We showed up to brunch 30 deep

I’ve caused a ruckus once or twice

I usually roll in threes 

I’m turning a city corner

Yet shaded by trees

Tequila on the beach 

Drinking from sun down to sun up

We met strangers on the beach 

We got fucked up

We went to brunch together 

Took over the whole place 

To the other patrons 

There just wasn’t enough space

Let’s drink a margarita