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May 2015
These drinks that I drink.
Unload my all, meet me at the brink.
More and more just one more.
Bring me the words I should ink.
Take me through ecstasy past pain.
Show me the light I'll pour it down the drain.
Show me reason and take this pen.
It's forgotten as I was then.
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Jack Thompson
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Jack Thompson  Australia
(Australia)   
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