I stare at my third tumbler full of tequila,
looking at it like I did the other two,
with reverence at this golden,
earth-bound ambrosia,
aged a year or more in old whiskey barrels…
I stare at my third tumbler full of tequila,
looking at it like I did the other two,
with reverence at this golden,
earth-bound ambrosia,
aged a year or more in old whiskey barrels…