Whisky is the drink for me,
fiery, warm and smooth, much better than tea.
She welcomes me home and blankets my day,
if you've pissed me off, she makes thoughts of you... go away!
Two failings it has this friend of mine,
she takes my money and consumes my time.
That said, I'll never give it up.
I'll end my days with a last warming cup.
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Author:
Appletree (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2018 04:31
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Thanks Littlegift. I really appreciate the feedback.
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