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I poured out a tumbler of Claret	A
Of course with intention to drink	B
And holding it up in the sunlight	A
I paused for a moment to think	B
I really can't tell you what made me	C
I never had done so before	D
Though for years every day at my dinner	E
I had emptied one tumbler or more	D
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'A friend' in the loneliest hours	F
'A companion ' I called the red wine	G
And sometimes I poetized slightly	C
And called it a 'nectar divine '	-
But to day as I gazed at the claret	A
That sparkled and glowed in the sun	H
I asked it 'What have you done for me	C
That any true friend would have done	H
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'You have given me some pleasant feelings	I
But they always were followed by pain	J
You have given me ten thousand headaches	K
And are ready to do it again	L
You have set my blood leaping and bounding	M
Which though pleasant was hurtful no doubt	A
And if I keep up the acquaintance	N
I am sure you will give me the gout	A
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'I remember a certain occasion	H
When you caused me to act like a fool	O
And yes I remember another	E
When you made me fall into a pool	O
And there was Tom Smithers you killed him	P
Will Howard you made a poor knave	Q
Both my friends and I might count a	R
dozen	H
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You have sent to the prison or grave	Q
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'Is this like a loyal friend's treatment	A
And are you deserving the name	S
Say what do you give those who love you	T
But poverty sorrow and shame	S
A few paltry moments of pleasure	E
And ages of trouble and grief	U
No wonder you blush in the sunlight	A
You robber you liar you thief	U
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'I will have nothing more to do with you	T
From this moment this hour this day	A
To send you adrift bag and baggage	V
I know is the only safe way '	-
And I poured out that tumbler of claret	A
Poured it	A
out	A
and not	A
down	W
on the spot	A
And all this you see was accomplished	A
By a few sober moments of thought	A

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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