Poison 9901

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Moonshiners Prayer - Poem by Poison 9901

Lord, give me the skills to perfect my shine
So, s it smoother than whiskey, but stronger than wine
It’ll burn just a bit, when ya take that first swaller
White lightning they call it, it’ll fetch me top dollar

I’ll watch and I’ll wait, as it seeps from my stills
Hidden away safely, high in them thar hills
I’ll collect every drop, in them old mason jars
Late in the night, neath your beautiful stars

I’ll load up the car, with every jar that I can
Lord help me steer clear, of the revenuer man
With your guiding hands, and me at the wheel
We’ll be back in the morn, in, a tend’n the still

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  • (10/13/2007 1:04:00 AM)

    This poem is damn goooood! Excellent write! ! ! (a 10) ! !

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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