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A Message to my Whiskey Bottle
by Sam Moore
Good evening old friend it is me again
I have come, and she has gone away forever
I come to you on this average night to wash down my sorrows with your sweet blood
that fills me up with glee and warmth, taking my troubles away
to haunt me another day, but not tonight.
Tonight, I put all my trust in you that you will keep me sane.
A cheer to us, as they start to fall, the liquid that tempts me to keep drinking
Down, down, down they go. Each one easier to put down than the last
You have done your job tonight, thank you
Old friend, I’ll be back soon, I promise.
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