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For Some Whisky He Went Frisky

From him you can snatch a fable: Just place whisky on his table; He could stories quicken their pace, In the hearer’s hearts create space Wherever he stops Audience wait, As only he reopens Gate … They say that it flows in the blood His room story lovers would flood … But I hold His Gift from whisky; For some whisky, he went frisky.

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