His Liquor His Liquor Poem by Cora Lee
His Liquor His Liquor
He drinks it up, yeah he'll feel the liquor.
Drink some more, so it'll be quicker.
Never to miss the flow of cold relief,
will cure the pain, or so he believes.
One, two three,
the bottles crash to the floor,
four five six,
and he still is craving more.
Even though he knows, each one is more a risk,
the feeling in his head, is something he won't ever miss.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 9:41:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i can relate..lol. nice work