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Fools
Fools
When I'm drunk, I saunter
or perhaps I teeter.
I'm a fool to want her,
yet wise to need her.
On this stool I drink
while also thinking
To mix the two
is why I'm sunk.
It's just like me
to keep on sinking;
and it's just like you
to see me drunk.
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