Padraic Michael Shannon: ALCOHOL

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Monday, July 2, 2007

ALCOHOL

THAT OLD DEVIL, ALCOHOL, HE'LL NOT GET ME AGAIN. I WILL NOT LET HIM ENTER; I KNOW HE’S NOT MY FRIEND. HE’S CLEVER AND HE’S WILY, CLAIMS HE’LL EASE MY PAIN. I KNOW HE IS A LIAR; MY COST, MORE THAN MY GAIN. WHEN THE BURDEN GETS TOO HEAVY, FRIENDS WILL HELP ME BEAR THE LOAD. WITH STRENGTH FROM A HIGHER... Sign in to see full entry.

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