Whiskey Memories
He taught me to drink Jim Beam with Dr. Pepper An unlikely combination that somehow grew on me as much as he did We lived, laughed, loved And… parted Now when I see a bottle of Jim there is a fond smile and a warm feeling blooms deep inside Whiskey Memories… Copyright © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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