back when i was a practicing alcoholic
unlike now when i seek never to set=-uip-shop against myself again
i met this esquimeaux fella and he would crack the cheapened bottle of wine but always always would fill the cap with the then precious mind-numbing fluid and potion an apportionment
'for the spirits'
i considered a rude waste of vital vino
just reading in jerry w. wrights thin places and thin times
about the veil 'twixt the world seen and the faerie realm
how the cattlemilkers would 'low a squirt or three to plop to the ground from their family beast
same rationale
differing places
simular aces
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