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Sep 2016
While this usually means
What would Jesus do
I have a wiley scheme
To share another with you

Standing in the yard
Around the fire pit
Thinking we're goofs
Not getting chairs to sit

We are really cold both inside and out
I'm think this weather needs a manual
So I stand up and shout
WWJD. We want Jack Daniels.

Gentleman would be smooth
Single barrel would be better
But I'm to cold to move
Wife volunteers so I let her

She comes back with the Jack
And a stack of cups
Its okay that its old no 7 black
Friends arrive and I say what's up

We pour a round
To **** the chill we are mired
We begin to mound
More wood upon the fire

We empty the bottle with a little tear
This tradition is annual
Friend pulls out another one says have no fear
he shouts WWJD we want Jack Daniels

The whiskey, continuous pour
No one is leaving here tonight
Palletes on the floor
The sky is clear and bright

The party winds down
Our friendship is unequal
Nobody wears a frown
Forged by WWJD we want Jack Daniels
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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