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Robert W Service - In Praise of Alcohol
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	In Praise of Alcohol
	
	Of vintage wine I am a lover;
	To drink deep would be my delight;
	If `twere not for the bleak hangover
	I`d get me loaded every night;
	I`d whoop it up with song and laughter -
	If `twere not for the morning after.
	For though to soberness I`m given
	It is a thought I`ve often thunk:
	The nearest that is Earth to Heaven
	Is to get sublimely drunk;
	Is to achieve divine elation
	By means of generous libation.
	Alas, the wine-cups claim their payment
	And as the price if often pain,
	if we could sense what morning grey meant
	We never would get soused again;
	Rather than buy a hob-nailed liver
	I`m sure that we`d abstain for ever.
	Yet how I love the glow of liquor,
	As joyfully I drink it up!
	hoping that unto life`s last flicker
	With praise I`ll raise the ruby cup;
	And let me like a jolly monk
	Proceed to get sublimely drunk.
	 
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