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Label On The Bottle
Label On The Bottle
The label on the bottle told me it was strong
But I drank it all night anyway
And didn’t think that I’d done wrong
It made me very happy in a lightheaded sort of way
It was deep amber in colour
And I would regret it all next day
It burned the back of my throat as a sipped the evil brew
It smelt of cinnamon and spice
And bit by bit my co...
Monday 25th May 2020 7:00 pm
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