Whiskers Whispers Whiskey Poem by Ann Jensen

Whiskers Whispers Whiskey



Whiskers trailing down my belly.

Whispers behind gleeful hands while passing through the halls.

And finally, when I can take no more.....

Whiskey to drive derisive smiles from my minds eye.

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