To The Bottle I Go

Poem By John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree I will lie,
And let the clouds go sailing by.

Comments about To The Bottle I Go

that sounds like most of my weekends.


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