Alcohol
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At one peg of drink,
The fatigue is shed,
At two, shame is shut,
At three, stress is out.
And still more,
Your name is lost.
Is the drink much bad?
13.06.2000, Palakkad
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