Wyndred is the patron saint
Of half-smoked cigarettes,
Drinks ordered but never tasted
And people who have no patron saint
To keep her license she performs
A miracle every thirteen years
Usually something unsettling.
Once, when her regular bartender
Was sick, she made a new one
From smoke. Visible
Only from certain angles
He made impeccable gin sours.
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