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Inside the festive bar, drinks free flowed
To swaying music, hips and lost inhibitions.
Beer and spirits rivered down the mountain,
Splitting carefree trees in need of shaking,
With queue of law hanging on their branches,
Cues, of the wrath of drinking and driving.
Some heed, most drive to someone's goat.
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