This Madness Must End
The full moon was shining very bright,
as I ventured off into the night.
I awoke in the woods naked with a deer carcass at my side.
Its throat had been ripped out. "Not again," I sighed.
"That's it!" I screamed, "This madness must end!
I am never going to drink again!
I'm sick and tired of waking up hung over next to carrion.''
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