The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Hat To Head

In pain hat said to head;
“You are so big and hairy
My ribs are stretched
the belly is always bruised.
whenever you put me on,
you push me so roughly.
Yet you bore me up here.
Let me try the  foot down
May be there is peace, love
I want to play and be free.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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