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A TALE OF ALE

Poor wife, so very ill and oh, so congested. But then, her husband got drunk and was arrested. Sniveling, into the cold rain she hurried. To bail hubby out of jail, she was a tad worried. There he sat, smirking, behind bars. Arrested for driving and hitting three cars. The bail was paid, they stood soaking wet, he was pale. In disgust, she left him, the drunk on the steps of the jail. He...only could think of a pint of hearty ale. So, ends, my friends, this sorry tale!                             3/12/2021                  ~3~ Note, I found no category for drinking or alcoholism and on my device, cabbot enter one...Apologies...Pangie

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Date: 3/13/2021 7:21:00 AM
A sorry tale indeed, he lost more than his driving license. Tom
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 3/13/2021 10:30:00 AM
Tom, sadly this happens in real life, too Thank you for the comment Pangie
Date: 3/13/2021 7:17:00 AM
Tis a wonderful tale: About the evils of ale. Bob
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Date: 3/13/2021 10:28:00 AM
Bob, you are a fine poet Ans you know it! Booze can get one in a jam!