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Some taste molasses, 
	some will say oak
Others think pepper,     
        or even some smoke

I'm brave enough to tell you, 
	it doesn't matter to me
All that I care is, 
	you're from the land of the free

Usually though I don't think of all that,
	I just pour two fingers
Then sit down to relax, 
	and see where my mind lingers

Everything that I ask you, 
	you tell me the truth
Sometimes I forget you, 
	the empty bottle is my proof

Once in a while you're just too much and I say, 
	never again
Yet I never seem to mean it, 
	always reconciling with my old fashioned friend

We then stay up late, 
	to catch up on lost time
Until you neatly put me to sleep, 
	unlike the beer or the wine

The next morning at work, 
	a headache is born
As I recall telling my wife “Don't worry, 
	it's just a drink made of corn” 

Then I come home and she'll ask, 
	“Did you miss me?”
And I always say “Of course I did Honey, 
	now pour me a whiskey”


January 14, 2016

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