If Moxie was a poem it would be
A sonnet like the one before you now
It lends itself to such tenacity
The drink became a word more wow than wow
The excellence required to be known
As one with moxie, like the wow-some drink
Is overhead, where countless birds have flown
Above the clouds that fly, that never sink
So fly with moxie; reach the heights you can
Don’t keep your moxie bottled, let it show
Your moxie is the mark of all you span
Your moxie carries you to where you go
A life with Moxie means you’ve lived it well
Your Moxie is a storied word to tell.
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