Alkie Poems - Poems about Alkie

...See how the alcoholic wants his drink. He's got a black can of strong cider. He's in the queue behind me. I sense his agitation. He fidgets, moving from one foot to the other. I must have my drin......

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... Moonie It was in the seventies I was out at St George, Playing pool with the locals, and the blacksmith from his forge, I was winning, had a winning streak, But I was getting a bit drunker......

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