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Scotch, make it double, Joe while you are at it-

My thirst is not what we need concern now

I cadge freely your drinks, well what of it?

2.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light-

Nothing good can come out of it I know

Unless with booze wash this red-hot gullet.

3

I shall hold my life a ransom to thirst:

Dare not go gentle into night somehow

Like whipt cur on the run,- but first things first ,-

4

Sweet is the day but will live to regret:

Youth who lay hope more than day shall allow

Has nothing left but golden youth misspent

5.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight,

Time the bloody hound making a meal of

Hope, they ne’r even had a chance at it.

6.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light:

Life was a holy grail to seek and now

I know my life from youth up was mis-hit

Curse, bless, Oh does it matter in the least?

benny

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