Whiskey Whispers
Whispers of vespers
I am tickled by nocturnal whiskers
whisking away the camera roll
of morning and afternoon
whiskey pictures
a picnic bowl of marvelous
madman mixtures
I voice my witch doctor
opinions with high dialect scriptures
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