Wildflower Whiskey
I’m so drunk.
On the Whiskey that is the vibrant wildflowers.
On the Vodka that is birds chirping in the morning, awakening my sleepy mind with joyful melodies.
On the Peppermint Schnapps that is towering green trees.
On the Brandy that is a hot sun-filled day
On the Coors Light that is the baby bunnies bouncing in the meadows.
On the Red Wine that is alluring sunsets that penetrate my eyes and heart.
On the Gin that is white fluffy clouds swirling through the sky.
On the Rum that is butterfly, hummingbird, and ladybug wings.
On the Tequila that is elk calls ringing through the trees and impregnating my brain with the sound of the wild.
On the Bourbon that is the world.
Oh, I’m so drunk.
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