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Drinkers Drama

Bottle cork.  Off you go
Delicious, Danger, Dance to drums
Sip the brew to the head
Wake  up strong or wake of dead

Count the bottles one by one  
Feel the euphoria of a drinkers joy
Down the throat to the Belly
Wake up late or never early

Bitter, Sweet who cares to know
Memorize the label taste and all
A true drinker can discern
The bottles separate boys from men  

Then again the test of stand
Eyes, clear or bloody dull
The Drinkers crave for the night hour
To enact this Drinkers daily Drama


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Drinkers Drama

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