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The
Tale of the Queen of Endor
by Clayton Beach
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They
say, alcohol is but a symptom of a disease,
I see it as the devil; he takes any form, with ease;
I’ve lost my car; I’ve lost my house,
I’ve lost my dog, hell; I’ve even lost my spouse!
Alcohol did all this, and left me for dead,
But, like a wounded animal, I slowly move ahead;
I’ve risen from the ashes, yet one more time;
A friend has pointed out, like a cat, I have nine lives;
By my own hand, I’ve tried to escape,
I’ve huddled in dark rooms, hiding behind drapes,
I’ve off my family, I’ve blown off close friends,
I’ve gotten down on my knees, and begged for an end;
I’m getting better now, or so it seems,
I guess my fear of alcohol has been misplaced;
It’s just a symptom of a disease.
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