Poem: To The First 500
500 days without a drink and it’s only now I start to think that some of that time when the bottles went clink was a waste of time, that went by in a wink.
500 days and I’m already sure there’ll be another 500 and then 500 more
And every day after will happen for me because of the 500 days that set me free
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