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I once knew a man they called Willem
There wasn't enough drink to fill him
His life style would hinge
On a dangerous binge
But never enough booze to kill him
He fancied the fruit of the vine
He drank it most of the time
And when he would drink
His nose would turn pink
The result of an abundance of wine
The boss decided to test him
So the cops wouldn't someday arrest him
He filled in the test
With no diversion or jest
So no one would ever contest him
The results were really a shock
And for Willem an embarrassing knock
For telling it straight
A disheartening fate
For the drink he drank off the clock
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Mary Jackson
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