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Booze

It was a dark and stormy night,
Beautiful view, beautiful sight,
As she mused
And against her demons
She had to fight.
Yes, totally aware,
The evil drinks were killing her,
She reflected,
As she lifted the quart to her lips,
Sighed, waved away the guilt
And took another sip.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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