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[bodytext] => Hark! Look at this magnificent find: If you taste it, to itself it will bind; And surely joy will be known— A feeling not easy to clone! Hurt will even vanish: With every sip it will ever banish The feelings of ill, Even leave behind the ever-present chill. It will call to you to give without sound or reason; Morals will accuse you: treason! Yes, it will take and take Until you can do nothing but break. You will become blithe As you willingly give your tithe. In its wake a cyclone will spread Feeding from the negligent responsibilities in your head. Pain and suffering will ensue But will always be called back to the golden brew: Everything you know will end If you cannot quickly take the damage and mend What it has wrought— Everything you accomplished in life will be for naught. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 66 [informant] => zeldianus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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