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I confess, I’ve passed sobriety’s threshold

And that, sadly, was my last bottle of ’06 Penfold

if for mere drops you must judge me poor

Then perhaps you’ve never needed this cure

No water can quench this thirst

I tell you, it’s as if I were cursed

churning riddles endlessly in my head

Till sleep finds me already passed out in bed