Soured

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With at least two glasses of wine
He can bear each Sunday night
And meaningless work on Monday’s desk
For a figurative 50 cents

Until Good Friday’s Happy Hour
Stops the hamster’s race again
And Joe, his happy night happy friend,
Blends for him a whiskey sour.

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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
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A little H happy in three lines, not sure it works, doesn't detract, good call.

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