The secret garden
The hideaway.
Ah, that place.
The cognac from which you drink
But don't become instantly drunk.
Cause you've built up a tolerance else you'd be
Drunker than any wino down Patrick Street
Or the Bowery for that matter.
Ah yes, you are missed
Your foul tobacco breath
Your rotting alcohol breath.

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