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The Remedy
When my life is all to dust,
And I dare not see tomorrow,
I take the drink
Till' I cannot think
To remedy my sorrow.
And if he were ever to leave,
Though I am want to marry,
I'll take not a chance,
But take its advance,
And my troubles in drink to bury.
And I dare not see tomorrow,
I take the drink
Till' I cannot think
To remedy my sorrow.
And if he were ever to leave,
Though I am want to marry,
I'll take not a chance,
But take its advance,
And my troubles in drink to bury.
Published 30th Dec 2015
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Anonymous
21st Feb 2016 10:04pm
Think I'll have a drink with
you.
This thought was keen and
grande. Think I was meant
to read this but heard the
word.
A loud spoken one.
you.
This thought was keen and
grande. Think I was meant
to read this but heard the
word.
A loud spoken one.
21st Feb 2016 11:50pm
You have a keen ear, thank you for your words. Lifting my glass as I type this.
