A Damp Drunken Swim

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I sing. I sang.
I drink. I drank.

I swam. I’m damp.
I’ll dry. Be spry
I’ll drink ’till then.

Laying, crying
about my city,
trashed completely,
I stay. I lay.

But this I think
While my air bed
begins to sink
I have to swim
or I’ll die drunk.

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