IrishSpectre

13191 pts ยท January 7, 2016


Cries he with drunken lips: Give me your Scotch, Your rye, Your bourbon yearning to breathe free, The fermented drinks of your storied lands. Send these to me, I lift my glass by the pub and tavern doors.

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