THE DRUNK'S POEM
Twas an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
When I walked down the street, in drunken pride.
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But my knees were all a flutter,
And I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and laid down, by my side.
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Yes, I lay there in the gutter,
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a Brother passing by, did softly say.
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"You can tell a Brother that boozes,
By the company he chooses",
And at that the pig got up, and walked away!
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by Unknown
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