He found himself kissing life’s shore
His clothes wore the glories he bore
And as his soul sunk
He yearned for his bunk
He’ll not get that drunk anymore

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  • Tiki33 on Jul 19, 2012

    Quite interesting.

  • eaa1118 on Jul 20, 2012

    You reminded of a limerick, at first,
    then the content of the lines modified my initial impression…


  • eaa1118 on Jul 20, 2012

    O, I see–you actually had “Limerick” in your title :-)

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