When it feels cold inside, she warms my soul...
This is my fifth double shot, yet still I can't escape the woe.
Rue take hold and she right by my side_ two shots though in vain Momentarily she Alleviate the pain and invigorate my pride.
She's always by my side and when I'm feeling blue...that's the difference Between whisky And you.
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Drunken Man's Woe
Poetry"Drunken Man's Woe" is akin to distilled whiskey; its raw emotion will intoxicate you with sullen stanzas. Each poem reeks with this infectious yearning...this hulking devotion that burns hotter than the sun. Grab yourself a cup and take a sip of a...
