The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Finish Me Off

Now that I hit the floor.
Finish me off.
I'm broken inside and out.
I'm useless and all un figured out.
No use for me know.
Now that I hit the floor.
Finish me off.
Now that I am nothing more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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