A Whiskey Night Cap
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Shaking hands lift the glistening glass. This spirit dulls a haunting past.

A Whiskey Night Cap

Shaking hands lift the glistening glass.

This spirit dulls a haunting past.

The sharp taste and burning blast.

Drink it slow drink it fast.

For troubled times and flags half mast.

For haunting memories that ghast.

From all the pain that amassed.

Eventually the nightcap kicks in at last.

The dulling of pain and joys contrast.

Finally slumber is clasped.

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