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Dust covered.
Pulled from cellar,
poured on
special occasions.

Scotch for depression
Wine for sophistication
Beer to feel like shit
And whiskey for that Irish prick.

I knew a man,
once.
He liked to sing
and dance,
but he didn’t stand a chance
Unless he was
intoxicated.
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