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Here’s to the Angel’s Share of Irish spirits which inspires scribes to sing of their merits!
Long may aged whiskey be praised as the nectar of gods in the pantheon of booze.
Hear me then, alcoholic spirits!
The path to heaven is near, and it’s not a from a low-calorie beer. The whiskey spirits that reside in an aged oak barrel are potent and playful when near.
Libations to ancient drunken deities have made the daily worship of spirits a man’s right. A great excuse for a party every night.
Hail to whiskey spirits everywhere! ‘Tis of thee, I sing.
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