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Abstract
Our Father, thank you for the bourbon,
for the ice cubes, for the way the color
of the booze lightens as they melt,
for the fragrance that prods the senses.
COinS
Our Father, thank you for the bourbon,
for the ice cubes, for the way the color
of the booze lightens as they melt,
for the fragrance that prods the senses.