Let's drink to the lottery ya'll likely won't win
And here's to all the beds ya'll never be in
A drink to that boss ya hired
And to the job ya fired
I raise me glass to yer mum, that grand lass
And to the day she beget ya
Here's to the chair yer arse will find in here,
May it all day sit ya
May ya never lose yer hat or a shoe runnin from where ya shouldn't be
And may the law never find ya
And please, always will ya wear that sweater full of the hair of that lady's dog that bit ya
I drink to the ones that will
I'll drink to the ones that won't
But, I'll be damned, if I'll drink to the ones that say they will and then they don't
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In Review
Non-FictionWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
