Person in the Mirror

Reflections on the life of Weejars

Screwed

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Unscrew. That. Cap

Take another sip.
Oh, stuff it!
Take a swig.
Oblivion is not far away.
One quarter, one half, three quarters of a bottle.
Job well done my friend.
It is a talented lady indeed 
Who can tuck away a full bottle of red
And still write a poem.
Cheers.
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