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Ted's Montana Grill

Bozeman, 22 May 2016

The Knob Creek at Ted's is bucking like
a stubborn young gelding unbridled by bitters
And different from un-rung and thus unaccounted for
Blue ribbon long necks I once tendered to
a hopelessly forlorn drunk at this watering hole
which is why I feel obliged to advise you
Never heed aphorisms on a cocktail coaster
unless it says ride a fast horse