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Nov 2014
I'm drunk and I'm drunk with bitterness.
One lucky man he must be;
seeing you by his side in the morning
as I once did.
How am I? My pals ask.
Never (getting) better.
Chris Rodgers
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Chris Rodgers  Indiana
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