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*part 3 of 5 Saturday Night* The Hunters Moon The late afternoon sun draped its golden satin light To the house-staff, Giles (our man) seemed uptight The butler Zamira dutifully stirring his drink right The sun dipped behind the poplar trees standing straight He orders "A Churchill martini" trying not to sound irate Giles watched her stirring stirring as in a hypnotic state Zamira presented a chilled frosted riedel martini glass to him brimming to the top with Gilpins Westmorland extra dry gin The sun slowly sank behind trees as the drink loosened each limb "You may both leave, till Tuesday" He said to Zamira and her twin Liliana (the cook) and the butler were often dismissed at his whim They sped off in their green MG off to the Slaughtered lamb inn Giles raised his glass to the bobbing full hunters moon Waiting was now over the others would be here soon First a pinch of Peruvian sniffed from a little silver spoon This night had been planned in detail for almost a year One final act of courage and tenacity he must engineer All hushed...but for the sound of large cars drawing near Four black Jaguars and a white refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive towards (our man) Giles Bradshaw-Behram stood still. It had began.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
The Hangover #3
*part 3 of 5 Saturday Night* The Hunters Moon The late afternoon sun draped its golden satin light To the house-staff, Giles (our man) seemed uptight The butler Zamira dutifully stirring his drink right The sun dipped behind the poplar trees standing straight He orders "A Churchill martini" trying not to sound irate Giles watched her stirring stirring as in a hypnotic state Zamira presented a chilled frosted riedel martini glass to him brimming to the top with Gilpins Westmorland extra dry gin The sun slowly sank behind trees as the drink loosened each limb "You may both leave, till Tuesday" He said to Zamira and her twin Liliana (the cook) and the butler were often dismissed at his whim They sped off in their green MG off to the Slaughtered lamb inn Giles raised his glass to the bobbing full hunters moon Waiting was now over the others would be here soon First a pinch of Peruvian sniffed from a little silver spoon This night had been planned in detail for almost a year One final act of courage and tenacity he must engineer All hushed...but for the sound of large cars drawing near Four black Jaguars and a white refrigerated van Crunched over the gravel drive towards (our man) Giles Bradshaw-Behram stood still. It had began.
O.k, so I finally have a direction
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
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