Pour me a case of it,
a jug's not enough if it
don't anaesthetise.

Steeping deeper in the frosted glass I watch the world and time pass by,
I drink a case and still I'm dry,
bring me up a barrel do.

It's true what they say that an apple a day ferments in its own way,
You
can think that if you wish, but my wish to be is to sit under the tree with Isaac, my eyes on the fruit, my tongue hanging out, my thought fermentation, thus this is my situation.

Gravity can't bother me under the tree, that's Newton's law, note the apostrophe and to put or to not really did bother me.
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