Yesterday for my birthday a friend of mine got me a small clear bowl and a little cute sock to hide it in. Clear bowls are so sweet, you can see the smoke in the light and from the front watch the glow.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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