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Mar 2019
I was no saint, that is for sure,
a right *******, might be an apt
description, but, but, I was not
one to throw empty bottles out
of my car window when I was
drinking and driving, no, not I.

I'm dry now, trying to make a
fresh start, a late run, amends.
Joined the tidy towns, I did,
got me the gloves and a picker
upper of discardable's. Guess
what, I found a Jameson Box.

It was full, can't say that I was
not tempted, well, at least one,
but, my wife said, she never ever
wanted to see another in the house.
No choice, I gave her my word,
so, I handed them in to the RSPCA.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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