Why not fix a drink before noon, the Reverend won't judge 'til June. Tithes are still getting paid, while my dog has his day. So I confess, I've been drinking for two.
A happy birthday to the nation, don't rush the loaded verses. Your lungs won't mind if you lag behind, and neither will the nurses.
Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.
the Periodic Writer 
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