Translucent liquid gold
That flows so naturally.
A richness that envelopes you
A purity that overwhelms you
A sensation so strange and revealing.
All your trouble dissolves away.
They no longer exist.
Instead there is a mystical world
Of velvet clouds that engulf you
Diamond stars that surround you.
Godlike faces smile at you
Their long, soft whispy hair
Dances in the gentle loving breeze.
It is everlasting, immortal
It is for consuming, inhaling.
How I worship you.
My passion for you will never fade
Oh "Johnnie Walker"
With your sturdy base,
Round shoulders
and crystal clear skin.
Will you ever know
How grateful I am?
For your 26 2/3 FL oz
Of pure Scotch Whisky
(Spring 1977)
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