I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them
My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred
They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should
Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them
My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred
They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should
Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
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