Scheming away
to sit at the master’s table
in a town far from home
I am in the bend
of a dry tongue’s oasis
Come on whiskey
-make it Christmas
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“Come on whiskey
-make it Christmas”
Wonderful lines!!!!! Some much is communicated just by these six words.
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