The whiskey on your breath

Could make a small boy dizzy;

But I hung on like death:

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Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans

Slid from the kitchen shelf;

My mother's countenance

8

Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist

Was battered on one knuckle;

At every step you missed

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My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head

With a palm caked hard by dirt,

Then waltzed me off to bed

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Still clinging to your shirt.