In the Spirit, For Spirits
The one and only,
for all, the drink of choice.
A spirit, to raise a spirit,
bringing cheer, into ones voice.
A thirst satisfying, a quench,
a remover of the sadness one feels, when felt.
As soon as one tastes, this mighty drink,
ones own problems, seem to then melt.
Time spent with, giggling and laughter,
along with, the smiling and the glee.
Instantaneous party, for everyone,
whom are happy, to instantly be.
So come one, and come all,
before the bartender, becomes sincere,
Yelling," Last Call, for alcohol",
ending the chance, to stay, in cheer.
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