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A BOOTLEGGER’S DREAM

In moonlit nights, where shadows creep,
A bootlegger dreams while others sleep.
With barrels hidden in the dark,
He roams the woods, avoids the bark.
The lawman's chase, a constant threat,
Yet in his heart, no true regret.
The whiskey flows, a river bold,
His fortune cast in liquid gold.
Through smoky haze and whispered deals,
A life of risk, the danger feels.
A bootlegger's dream, both wild and free,
A dance with fate, his destiny.

Simona A. Brinson

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