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My new best friend has perished Though I only met him last night His company was cherished That **** cat knocked him down And then drank the spilled bourbon Now I am bereft of my solace With only the empy bottle, and I maintain that if Coolidge were still president This would never have happened.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
Grief Over a Dead Soldier
My new best friend has perished Though I only met him last night His company was cherished That **** cat knocked him down And then drank the spilled bourbon Now I am bereft of my solace With only the empy bottle, and I maintain that if Coolidge were still president This would never have happened.
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
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