If you tried to serve me whisky in glasses meant for halves
I wouldn't tell a single malt
I would not tell a dram
If I was telling anyone just what had happened then
It would be just my empty glass and what had been in him
If I was making any sense in this conversation meant for one
I would not have touched that whisky glass that was not meant to be
Monday, 28 November 2011
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