One night in late October,
When I was far from sober,
Returning with my load with manly pride,
My feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came near and lay down by my side;
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.
>>Anonymous
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Shadigo Claws
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