Glazed bloodshot eyes, a snort and a bellow He sways unsteadily from side to side And with difficulty raises his stocky head. There is still...
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He’s steaming again, back to his old ways, Right off the wagon after being dry for days. He lurches left and right with a sigh...
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“I’ll call him Bobby,” Lizzie said, Of the creature she discovered sharing her bed. No living thing, irrespective of size, Was allowed any access to...
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