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The Northern Light shone down through the Dancing Pines. Illuminating the Red Stag, as it walked through Salt Creek. Jim Beam and Ezra Brooks, were headed to the Caribou Crossing. To hunt for meat, for the freezer and stock it for the long winter. Under the Midnight Moon, Forty Creek streamed over a waterfall. Creating a Canadian Mist, that ringed Evan Williams head like a Crown Royal. George Dickel and Jack Daniels hunted Wild Turkey, with a single barrel shotgun, alongside the Pendleton river. The Makers Mark, reflected sunlight on the stock. Johnny Walker went to see Basil Hayden, to talk about finances and to see if he could cure his case of the blues.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
A Whiskey Tale
The Northern Light shone down through the Dancing Pines. Illuminating the Red Stag, as it walked through Salt Creek. Jim Beam and Ezra Brooks, were headed to the Caribou Crossing. To hunt for meat, for the freezer and stock it for the long winter. Under the Midnight Moon, Forty Creek streamed over a waterfall. Creating a Canadian Mist, that ringed Evan Williams head like a Crown Royal. George Dickel and Jack Daniels hunted Wild Turkey, with a single barrel shotgun, alongside the Pendleton river. The Makers Mark, reflected sunlight on the stock. Johnny Walker went to see Basil Hayden, to talk about finances and to see if he could cure his case of the blues.
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
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