Whiskey Friend

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41179
United States
38° 30' 28.6884" N, 83° 22' 44.1804" W

A man walked beside
With a paper of news
“Your pardon I beg,
I am a traveling Jew
And I know it’s silly of me
And I know I shouldn't ask
But that drink you carry with you
Reminds me of a flask
And could you be so timely
To soothe a tattered man
And would you be so kindly
To place your whiskey in my hand?”
This man, he knew not I
His eyes I could not trace
His breath, his voice, I did not know
A stranger of the face
“Sir,” said I “how dare you be
A man of gut and soul
Your business I do not know of
And yet you speak so bold
I would not mind if you drank from mine
For it is strong and, no, not cold
But could you be so thoughtful true
To not let me drink alone?”
This man he smile, of time, of wear
“Of course.” He said to me
And drank he and I, so still we sat
By the corner of the house where drunk souls meet

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