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The Pig and The Inebriate
It was early last December,
As near as I remember,
I was walking down the street in tipsy
pride.
No one I was disturb in'
As I lay down by the curb in'
And a pig came up and lay down at my side.
As I lay there in the gutter,
Thinking thoughts I cannot utter,
A lady passing by was heard to say:
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses."
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
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