The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Off ; the Top of my head

Since a boy I can remember ;
Many things are now bizarre,
like first time fishing with a doobie,
then having to drive the car.....

Never did catch much fish ;
and our pictures tell you so,
maybe was not our wish;
but let some time pass ya know.....

Wrenching in the cold dark night ,
fixing one car or another ;
knuckles looked like I was in a fight ,
in electric tape or another .....

I owned a Ducati, and a Harley too,
before I was in high school...
just things I had ,
didnt make me cool....

snow machines there were a few , 
most all were 2nd hand ,
but I always made them run real good;
taught that by Dads hands.....

I miss you Pop,
you knew alot ,
so what you didnt read;
most men couldnt keep up with you,
with a Doctorate and degree....
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