Whiskey Stills Poem by Lamar Cole

Whiskey Stills



He had the best whiskey stills in the county.
He was about to make his run to sell liquor.
He knew all the cop traps.
And his old truck was in very good condition.
Tonight he was going to make some big money.
And there was no way that anybody was going to stand in his way.

Tuesday, October 1, 2019
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