| A Spell Against An Excess Of Drink |
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| Before those serpent alcohols That tempt the tongue and soothe the brain Shall rise and wind their glittering coils About your feverish fears again, Treat them firmly, do not fail Before their clear hypnotic eyes; Confess their power, yet prevail Before they learn to turn and tease: Utter this charm, that wit and will May stare them down and hold them still: Knowledge I have While thou hast none, I can make songs Beyond thy tongue; All of thy offerings First were mine: I keep my spirit And need not thine. Then raise to your lips a glass of wine- Spit in it, empty it down the drain. |
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