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Tipsy I was tipsy last night, Quite enjoyed it. Drinking just a thimbleful one time a year, And there was I, a stumblebum, but clear In head, Dutifully fulfilling all that needed To be done. A charming, wonderful sensation – fun. And yet, I thought about my liver. Will I ever, no, I’ll never Be a drinker, I’m too much a thinker And a Jew. And if you didn’t know We Jews are not great drinkers, Just great thinkers, Contrite sinners on Yom Kippur Nobel winners, Alcohol not in our tribe. And so, it is not likely I’ll imbibe Too many jiggers wine or ***** Too many calories And I don’t want to lose My liver’s life too soon – Or looks, or senses or the boon Of brain and knowing Who I am And who I’m born To be. Tipsy 7.1.2017 Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Tipsy
Tipsy I was tipsy last night, Quite enjoyed it. Drinking just a thimbleful one time a year, And there was I, a stumblebum, but clear In head, Dutifully fulfilling all that needed To be done. A charming, wonderful sensation – fun. And yet, I thought about my liver. Will I ever, no, I’ll never Be a drinker, I’m too much a thinker And a Jew. And if you didn’t know We Jews are not great drinkers, Just great thinkers, Contrite sinners on Yom Kippur Nobel winners, Alcohol not in our tribe. And so, it is not likely I’ll imbibe Too many jiggers wine or ***** Too many calories And I don’t want to lose My liver’s life too soon – Or looks, or senses or the boon Of brain and knowing Who I am And who I’m born To be. Tipsy 7.1.2017 Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
just a sign of life.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
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