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Nov 2021
I've run out of sober
and am left
with inebriated

Sober, what art thou
I'm wondering
with Sarsaparilla

To a tee
I fit
some feeling

And it isn't
the one
you think

It's closer
to one
you drink

with sunshine
I am
slaking
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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