Whether we tell the man,
To go fuck hiimself,
We'll still have December.
O life. I take little sips,
And whisper,
(~~~~~~~~~~~~~)
Hush now.
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In the grand tradition of preachers of yore, I come to you with hat in hand hoping for a little something to pay for the booze. Or booze.
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