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Dramaturge

I portrayed the knave of hearts again, A role it would seem I was made for. I ventured off script and silenced my critics By drinking them under the table. Classically trained in the tavern arts, I’m a boozy, bibulous sot. A virtuoso of chugging a tankard, A maestro of downing a shot. I've been typecast as a barfly. It's the same old morality play. I’ll adlib my lines to upstage the lead, And be star of this grim cabaret.

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Date: 9/19/2021 1:19:00 PM
This one is great. There is something so unique and naturally flowing about your work.
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Michael Kalavik
Date: 9/19/2021 3:14:00 PM
Thank you. It all just pours from the bottle. Lol.
Date: 9/19/2021 8:44:00 AM
Excellent, my friend. Your drinking vocabulary is fabulous...a self-described "boozy, bibulous sot." Nice!
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Michael Kalavik
Date: 9/19/2021 3:13:00 PM
Thanks. I did a lot of research for this one. Lol.

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