A bottle of Jim beam,
In the moonlight gleam.
Bring warmth in the cold,
Take me where I can be bold.
Bring me to an old boy's dream,
That fine young woman I did hold.
Bring back those memories,
Jim beam.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2022 01:07
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