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A toast,
To life...this joke. I lift my glass and drink. Maybe, I'll just have one more. My devil and my savior. It lifts my spirits on occasion; And on others It throws me against the very rocks of despair. It dulls my senses, And happily I float in a drunken haze. Shoot the rail; Buy all my friends a drink. Because everyone is truly my friend. But the bars all close, And my friends all leave. Morning comes, bringing pain In my head, my heart, And my soul. Julie -May 10, 1997 |
