Waking up slightly,
Head in a spin.
That's the last time,
I use juniper berries,
To make bottles of gin.

What was I thinking,
Mixing potato whisky.
and juniper berries gin,
Thoughts in my brain,
wearing too thin.

Was taught as a youngun,
How to build a still.
Didn't know drink,
Could make you ill.

Think before you drink,
Tasted like nectar.
So I was told,
Then again I was,
At least five years old.

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Written on 2022-11-06 at 14:45

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Be still distill, boil an cool
boil and cool, vapour curl
liquid grain for liquid grain
peering still from window sill