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Revelation at 'La Floridita'

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I met with Hemingway, half cut, 
In old Havana town.
‘A daiquiri?’ I offered, but 
He flatly turned it down. 

 

“The truth is I can’t stand the taste
Of alcoholic stuff
And only feign to get shitfaced
In order to look tough.

 

“I don’t touch whisky, brandy, schnapps,
Or any of their ilk.
I’ll take a soda, or, perhaps
A little chocolate milk.”