The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Sea; Be Still

I am jealous 
Of your waiting calls 
Is it that you now have fellas  
It seems of me, you not zealous 
Despite the recalls

Once upon a time
I am the precious jewel on thy neck
You personally make me your heart's prime 
That you volunteer your beads for me to bedeck 
But  all now has turned a crime

Why have you 
You, I mean your heart 
Has suddenly turned me blue  
When I have mastered you: my art 
A more save box now battered without clue 

Don't run from me 
I am still the dearest one 
You know I will always be 
Let us keep it secured in fun 
Your grace have the right key

May be you think I want a thrush 
Like an earthly angel from another realm 
You know I just don't have you my crush
All my furniture are made from your elm 
This isn't to make you blush
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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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