That sugar and salty tang along the rim of my glass
is so much like life: the delights and the doldrums.
I come to you, oh, Margarita, to celebrate when life’s been good,
when joys abound, when happiness reigns supreme.
I also seek your solace when the world is turned upside down,
and I simply want to forget.
You are there for both, like a true mate, in sickness and in health,
and you never let me down.
Blood orange, raspberry, or lemon lime you rock my world,
one sip at a time.
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