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Irish whiskey

Carpel tunneling
through morning’s wee hours,
mazes of cornfields
for rare wildflowers,
to recapture summer’s fire
cold winter stole,
compatible quench
for a thirsty soul,
the odds of that match
look very risky,
compared to the luck
of Irish whiskey
Written by Skelly
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