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The Alcoholic's Lament
The last of the whisky is gone, lads
The bottles are empty and dry
I can't even talk
I just sniff at the cork
And I think that I'm going to die
I long for those glorious day dreams
When alcohol floats through my head
I don't feel so good
Without booze in my blood
So I'll settle for beer instead
I sit and I wait through the darkness
My impatience impatiently curbin'
Till I get to the the stores
And they ask me "What's yours"
And I'll ask for a bottle of bourbon.
- Thomas Vaughan
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