This isn't an autobiographical account, it's just words in the ether. What I know about whisky I learned by observation. There may be some truth here, or it may be a lot of nothing.
Fourteen More Lines on Whisky
Whisky softens the blow
Tempers despair
Paints the black hole gray
With illusion
Whisky's half-life is an evening
Is easily replenished
Is lovely to look at, is toxic
Whisky is the color of tomorrow
Before tomorrow dawns sad
Is what happens
When everything that can go wrong does
Whisky is all and none
A voice loud and faint
An aroma that lingers on clothes, tells tales
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2024-07-16 at 02:11
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