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Those Low Down Bottle Blues
Those Low Down Bottle Blues
The day the clock struck thirteen
We took it as a sign
That the world might be in peril
So we all broke out the wine
But it probably was nothing
Just a poor miscounted chime
An end to our sobriety
And not the end of time
The night the stars rearranged themselves
In a moonlit sky
We all dived for the whisky bottle
And some of...
Friday 22nd May 2020 3:09 pm
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