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.
weirdo, chemist, poet, dog mom, runner, baker, coffee-r, etc.
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alcohol, limerick, new norm, poems, religion, stayinside
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