A gentleman still,
Who will not take his whisky
Through a straw;
But in a crystal glass.
Cheers!
You whisper,
Oblivious to the long minutes it has taken
To raise your glass.
Cheers.
I say,
Happy-Sad at the sight
Of your single malt smile.
A gentleman still,
Who will not take his whisky
Through a straw;
But in a crystal glass.
Cheers!
You whisper,
Oblivious to the long minutes it has taken
To raise your glass.
Cheers.
I say,
Happy-Sad at the sight
Of your single malt smile.
Defiant to the last!
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Bless. 😦
It is the hardest thing ever.
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