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WAGES OF SIN
Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.
Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,
These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.
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