From a Collection of First Times RememberedA Poem by NevilleFrom a Collection of First Times Remembered At
twenty three hundred hours precisely on
the fifth day of December two
thousand and twenty three .. We
crossed the equator together for
the very first time .. And
I had my first whisky sour .. While
she sipped her iced Cosmopolitan from
a martini glass somewhere mid
Atlantic and on deck number thirteen .. © 2024 NevilleReviews
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