The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Am Corona

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AFTER S.H.P
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Do not love me as I am corona 
Traveling through space to break your persona 

I have left on your face a ditch from your tears 
Now, all your brethren wear dresses of fears

Paris I raped, she’s no more romantic 
Her heart now is frozen like water from the arctic 

I’ve caused men to scream beyond the pacific
Oh! Africa see, I have invaded the Atlantic 

Dark scary screams, My style of romance 
To prevent me, you’ll need conformance 

Bend on your knees and look up above 
At the saving master who once came like a dove

Do not love me as I am corona
Traveling through space to break your persona
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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April 3, 2020 at 11:16 AM
Such a wave of obscenity is Corona. Well done EB, love Kelli
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April 3, 2020 at 11:34 AM
Thanks Kelli We hope for a happy dawn
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