…The Attic (III) Stuck on you…

All the horses in the stable
Why aren’t they yet sleeping

Sipping rum, cigar on the table
Must be these wild hours I’m keeping

If you race ’em, you have heart
If you win, you get to keep it

You love your steed, shakes you down–
Matter fact it runs so deep it

Keeps you up some nights
And the words don’t seem to cure it

Pour yourself another glass
That’s what the drink is for, it’s–

A good kind of hurt
When a good rider hit’s the deck

And I’m not sure I’d know to stop
With no crink in my neck

Heck! I’ll say it, here’s to Luna’s Ascent
Winner through and through, that nag

Worth every penny spent


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