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Elixir Of Life
When the smell just hits you
As you walk through the door
And you just want to collapse
And crawl under the floor
Your stomach starts heaving
And you just start to think
I’m just going to die if
I have another drink
Then you see the little bottle
I’m its brown paper twist
And soon after feel the effect
Of its herbal healing kiss
And thanks to Underberg
The drinkers amazing friend
You’ll likely still be standing
At another heavy nights end.
The recipe’s a guarded secret
But its effects so well know
It should be awarded
A Nobel Prize of its own
Raise a glass to Underberg
Helping a night go as planned
When at the start of the evening
You felt you could barely stand.
Copyright ©
Terry Ireland
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