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Apr 2012
My friends are like drinks in my hand
The more I have serves my
Inebriation at their jubilation
Though I feel I can barely stand
I enjoy my night filled with all
Sorts of drinks
But in the morning I'll feel
Their clangings in my head
Mary Moussa
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