Raki Poems - Poems about Raki

...‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I nev......

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...Let’s begin with A strong fresh Brewed Greek coffee The aroma alone, Will wake up Your senses, Allow you to Let go, to keep An open mind to delight And excite You, relax your taste buds......

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...A Turk living in old Istanbul Drank raki until he was full, He tried riding home on his donkey But his steering was wonky , He somehow ended up in Kabul.......

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