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Updated on July 12, 2014

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Congregating to redress

Our inner scars

In our acquainted bar

That houses liquor barrels,

Each of the affected souls

Holds a goblet each in hand;

The liquid poured slowly into the vessel

Instantly alerts the sleeping devil.

On going down our food-pipes

The spirit raises our spirits

To shed reality

While casting the prototypes;

Whining tears of grievance,

Proping philosophy,

Knock each other down in turns

Providing external bruises;

We, the boozers, segregate

And head homeward!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Reminds me of the ol' days. Thank you. jamie

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      sujaya venkatesh 3 years ago

      alcohol free society!

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