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I’ve had enough, I’ll drink no more, my poor old head is very sore. I have this ghastly aching pain; I’ll never touch the ***** again. That alcohol?  It must be banned, since drink has got so out of hand. I firmly know it’s wicked stuff; I’m stopping now.  I’ve had enough. I’m not foul mouthed, my temper’s cool, I’m not hang dog, I’m not a ghoul. If  you consider what I’ve had, I like to think I’m not too bad. What’s that you say?  What do I think and would I like another drink? How very kind and entre nous, a little one.  No, make that two.                              ~
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
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I’ve had enough, I’ll drink no more, my poor old head is very sore. I have this ghastly aching pain; I’ll never touch the ***** again. That alcohol?  It must be banned, since drink has got so out of hand. I firmly know it’s wicked stuff; I’m stopping now.  I’ve had enough. I’m not foul mouthed, my temper’s cool, I’m not hang dog, I’m not a ghoul. If  you consider what I’ve had, I like to think I’m not too bad. What’s that you say?  What do I think and would I like another drink? How very kind and entre nous, a little one.  No, make that two.                              ~
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charles-clive
English
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
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